Who I Be

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: August 08, 2018

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Little girl from Brooklyn, 

No grass in the park .

Jumping off the swings just to land on black tar.

But she fly!

Leaves the scene unscathed .

Her first kiss with danger, she was never the same.

Now she be fearless, irreverent in all her ways.

 

She be that girl with the crazy hair,

Don't care!

Lookin’ back she was happy, but now that's rare. 

She a product of afflictions,

A conflicted contradiction.

Wanting to keep moving, just not sure of  the direction.

 

She got that solid as a rock swag,

Unbreakable.

She be salted caramel,

Not quite dark enough to fit in with the chocolate girls. 

But her flavor just as sweet.

She made fearful and wonderfully and perfectly unique.

 

She be your favorite song on a cold  and stormy night.

She be moon and stars, used to shining through dark times .

She don't know happy, but the pangs of pain are real familiar.

She don't open up much, she just wants you to feel her... Vibes. 

She don't smile much,  if you look deep in her eyes,

You just might be able to read the story of her life. 

 

She got a heart like ice, colder than the winter. 

They call her C Saint but she really just a sinner.

See, all have fallen short of the glory .

Don't judge the chapter if you haven't read the story.

She try to be happy, so she document  her sorrows.

Write em down, lock em up, with high hopes for tomorrow.

She use her words to give you a glimpse into her mind, don't take that for-granted.

That land is sacred .

Like remove your sandals and wash 7 times before you enter .

 

She been through so much, her stripes have been earned.

She walk through flames, see if she get burned!

She be fire white!

She be Goddess type!

She be a lion, roaring louder than thunder when  the lightning strikes!

 

Misunderstood, treading the border of insane.

She too out of this world to comprehend the mundane.

She got big wishes and big dreams. 

Lofty goals but it's seems,

The weight of this world is keeping her down.

But at the end of the day she still holds her crown up

High!

Chin to the sky ,

Cuz momma always said big girls don't cry !

She is I !

And I Am me!

Not a care in the world!

This who I be !

 

 

 

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