it is I, the original Me
Who was I before I was me?
Before I had to get up and continue a daily routine
Before the next word that came out of that stranger could strangle and choke me
Judge me and cut me down and then broke me
And I'd stand so tall with my size so small and wish with all my might
That maybe one day I could fight
Back
Back to when there were no pain
and I coulds smile in the sun and through the rain
and the hail and the snow
and everyone was grinnning in the photos
When you'd stick gum in my hair and I'd cut it all off
because length was not an issue
as long as you'd still play with me in ball toss
When my mother would say "forgive them for being human"
Because lord knows
where they crawled from and the struggles they did not chose
but were choosen for them
So Who chose
Society, their moms and dads and aunts and uncles and brothers and sisters
and friends and lovers and religion, and money, and pain ?
Who chose
To make me scorn at the very next new born
for the suffering and hate that they could possibly bring to me one day
even before they have done so
I suppose
To make me see the world in all its rust
and not appreciate the light but look in disgust
imagining that, yes
it too could leave tonight if it must
Must I view the world in this clouded lens
That's been tarnished over years of bad experience
So bad as to where "I" became hard to find
And I keep searching for where I left me behind
Where is that beautiful child
who could sing the lyrics of her soul at age four
and she didn't hear what she was told
because she knew she was worth more
Who had trust in every person that met her,
and believed that one day their hearts too would grow tender
Where is she
I was me before I was me
Somewhere inside
still lingers hints of the child who was blind
to the pain and the hurt and the lies
and she's smiling through my eyes
and it is I, the original Me.
Who I always will be.