Hello ladies. This is a poem I wrote a few years ago and I was reminded of it by
reading Molly's musing last week. Molly was talking about mid life crisis and
being who we are conditioned to be. I can so relate to what Molly was saying,
that's not unusual though, whenever I read Molly's writes it's amazing how she
writes what is in my head. Annnnywayyy, here is the poem.....
Breaking Me
I'm a bad reflection on my parents
I'm a bad reflection on my family
My grades are a disgrace
I was born in the wrong place
The way I dress, the way I talk
The way I am, people will gawk
why can't I be just like them
why must I disobey again
why can't I sit and learn all day
why do I daydream and doodle away
why don't I fit into their mold
I try but my insides explode
why must I have such self control
why must I bite my captures hold
why must I keep running into the wall
to remember I can go nowhere at all
why is acceptance so conditional
why must I forsake the traditional
why are their words like sticks and stones
on judgment day the people throwin
till I coward and fall, agree to speak no more
just yes sir and yes ma'am as I stare at the floor
Lemmon A.R.R.