A busy street People pass by eyes looking all around To the left. . . to the right or high to the sky Anywhere but me. Others they stare taking me in eyes straight at mine at my nose at my mouth to my hands at my side but are they looking at me ? The children aren’t shy to look, stare and gaze eyes open wide they smirk they laugh copying my expressions now, it’s all about me. I wish people knew who I really am besides my nose my mouth who I really am . . What lies beneath they see. If they would know of my heart that beats no different than you It heaves It skips It jumps It feels, like you. Of how small things are not small; How in 1 day I can achieve I can strive I can thrive I can fly My day is your lifetime. Goals? I know that word with every kick my ball impacts the net I am a fighter I am a winner I am victorious Failure? what does that mean? A busy street People pass by Please see me for who I am My face is my stamp for every struggle I’ve overcome for every battle that I’ve won See what lies beneath the me that you see. · Public
Posted on: Sun, 16 Nov 2014 06:47:39 +0000