OutcastA Poem by John ByrdDon’t look at me like I’m crazy. What if I am crazy. Defying what’s popular. Not just for the fun of it. Because it’s who I am. Standing out only when I’m judged. Different isn’t even the word. More like authentic. Or maybe distinguishable is better. I tried to fit in when I was little. It never worked. I never embraced who I was. Maybe that was the problem. I wasn’t happy with who I was. It kept reoccurring. I couldn’t find the key to peace. I kept searching outside of myself. Asking everyone but myself who I was. Then I had to realize that I had to look inside. Fighting these demons. I was and still am my own demon As I beat this demon My confidence grew. Girls attention helped me fight. But they do say the same thing that builds you up can break you down. I turned into a cheater. That’s not me. A liar. I was losing myself again. Losing my balance. Stumbling. Like a running back trying to stay up. I would know I played running back in high school. But back to the topic. I’m finally understanding who I am. I love hard. I fall fast. I give my all. But I do get bored fast. Keep my attention. Don’t let me look at them. Let me look at you. Let me listen to you. Let them tell me I’m crazy. Because I am. Sane yet crazy. Created in his image. He made me this way for a reason. So let me embrace what he made. To fulfill my purpose. Outcast with a purpose. Guess we’ll have to wait and see What my purpose is. © 2014 John Byrd |
StatsAuthorJohn ByrdDetroit, MIAboutJunior at Michigan State University. Hip Hop and poetry are my two favorite things. Childish Gambino is my favorite artist. Walt Whitman, Emily Dickinson, and Henry David Thoreau are my favorite .. more..Writing
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