This was one of the last poems I wrote my first year of college. This one was different from the others because I decided to write about myself. I normally don't like doing pieces like this because it makes me feel egotistical but this one had a message to make up for it.
Journey
Self
This four letter word
So absurd that it defines me
And nothing more
At my very core this is who I am
A string of talents, numbers, and idiosyncratic tendencies
Is what everyone sees
But is it really me?
The moments that I feel
Are the outtakes to the highlight reel
Like the roots beneath the umbrage of trees
Under the glare of others I want to be released
From the judging
From the begrudging
From the people who look down on me
And hate to see my smile regardless of the miles
On this journey
I’m not done
It has just begun
I’m young and stupid
Cupid has struck
And I’m in love with hating myself
I’ll never be top shelf with my
Short body, long hair, bad jokes that get me nowhere
Dark skin, high voice
Never makes people rejoice
Curse my DNA
I wish there was a choice
But wait,
We do have a choice
The choice is yours to make yourself worthy
Trust me you’re not dirty and unwanted
You’re beautiful and exalted
So don’t be shoved by the forces of doubt
Don’t pout when things don’t work out
Smile and be happy that you’re moving
On the road of life paved with strife
Rejoice for the life you’ve been given
And be driven to be the best you can be