The Real Me

Mama told me to be the real me
But which me does she want me to be
The one my daddy likes?
But that just ain't me
Or the one my God likes
But that's too good for me
The one my friends like
The one the curses and steals
The one that makes my mom think
I'm going to hell
So which one does she want me to be?
There's so many me's to be
That i just forget how to be
The real me

 

Toya-Marie

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Well said. I think we all have times when others are attempting to form us, as if we are their clay, but we are not. We are who we are, the sculpters as well as the sculptable.

I hope you find who we are, I hope we all do.