Influence

Just a poem about how I'm finding myself and the battles I've faced getting to who I am now.

My eyes

Forever wide

And exposed

To the bright lights

Blinding my third eye's sight

Adjusting me slightly

Slanting my gaze

My mind portrays

Color schemes gray

Though somewhere deep

My Hearts screams "NAY!"

"No"

"Stay clever"

When I write from the Heart

Words come together

And sometimes I've wished

I never was.

Were...

Ever. . .

Am I something I'm not

Swaying to the motions of influence

Believing I'm above all

Staying cool and different

But really that's just ignorant

Blind minds can see

Our true selves as infants

Our paths ahead with possibilities as infinite

Your understanding of class, race and position

Pushes you to fit in it

So I stepped out

Took a look around

And said

F**k that s**t!

I create my reality

You telling me how to breathe?!

Please, that's absolute blasphemy

Society's grip can never push or pull on me

Author's Note

Tell me what you think and if you've had to fight within your self to stay true to who you are.