Them

Its a poem about living in the shadows of who you are rather than 'who' you are, and how that affects they way people see you. Especially loved ones.

Why should a curse by birth haunt my living days?

For simply being born into my predecessors ways?

For ‘their’ hair looks like mine!

And ‘Their’ bodies look like mine!

But their minds are not!

So bound by looks I am?

But it does not make me ‘them’.

For cant you see,

I don’t want to be like ‘them’

I just wanted you.

I just wanted you to curl up next to under bed sheets at night,

And to see your face at the first break of light.

Then to kiss your lips and say, hello

And to tell you I love you in case you didn’t know.

But like a dream, it faded away.

Into nothing more than I lonely day.

Just because I was born a man.

And you did not see I was not ‘them’