I am the self you can’t control
I am the violence in your brain
I am the low you must sustain
I am the dancer on your wood
I am the know
You think you should
My mind and body tear your soul
I am the self you can’t control
I am the sprinter in your blood
I am reality undone.
“I am the colors; I’m the leaves
I am the roots beneath the trees
I am the protestor of war
I am the light upon your door.”
I am the “stain” believed “insane”
I am the mended, hate-fueled vein
I am the child inside, alive
I am the truth behind your lies
I am the self you can control
I am the highway of the past
I am a rustling blade of grass
I am the half-filled water glass
I am the needle in the trash.
Ayesha R. Gill, Copyright 2011
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Thank you, Carmen! 🙂
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Beautiful poem ❤
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