I am Me
I am Me
I may not like my eyes
Dark brown and boring
A eye color
billions have
I may not like my smile
Lips a little too thick
Not quite pink enough
A sign of my heritage
of where i come from.
My fingers are long
crooked, awkward
a flaw i can’t hide away.
My long spindly legs
littered with spots and
scars.
The scars of life.
My skin makes me stand out
in a crowd of olive and cream.
Dark and sweet,
My mother says.
I may not like my voice
or the things I say.
Sometimes my test scores
don’t turn out the right way.
Sometimes I feel stupid,
even when I’m told
I’m above average.
But what is average,
am i average,
are you average?
I may not know the answer
like i don’t know the answer
to many things
but
I know the answer to one thing
That I am
ME.
I am stupid
I am smart
I am dark
I am bright
I am a awkward soul
in and even weirder package
I am Me
Because there is no one else to be.