Who am I,

If I’m not me?

What am I,

If I can barely see?

 

Am I the blackest black?

Am I the whitest white?

Am I a shade of darkness?

Or am I a fluorescent light?

 

Can I not be me?

Why can’t I be free?

I’m lost without a clue,

So, in the end, what should I do?

 

I want to sprint and tumble and run,

I want to swiftly swing and fly.

I want to see a haloed image of me,

Living life on an everlasting high.

 

I wish to love and be loved,

As any other can do.

My hearts begs and pleads to soar,

To seek someone else too!

 

But my blood-encrusted shackles remain,

As my body, heart, and mind scream in pain.

Society compresses and weighs me down,

So instead of a gleaming smile, I frown.

 

Stretched thin as pulled taffy,

I’m nearing my breaking point.

The time is coming though,

And so I will break out of this joint!

 

I can be me, whoever that will be,

Christian, Gay, Black, White, or Lesby!

I can glitter, sparkle, glow, and shine,

Because, in the end, the world is mine!