Being Me

All I need is a name and a face to partake

Identity; a necessity for one’s sake

Being me doesn’t come easily without a self

Only if there was a model of me on the shelf

Then I could just emulate till I reach perfection.

If only there was a model…

I will just commit to its ways and become.

 I could just understudy and assimilate.

But, who do I become?

Too many voices; each one wanting to be heard and adhered to.

To be me, I multitask, I take shit, and I get fucked up in places unimaginable.

 It’s difficult telling onlookers and other seemingly absentminded but worried observers to see what I don’t see. It would be easier if I postured to being Idi or Gandhi; that way, I would know what I am doing and people might at least tell me that I am not doing it like my predecessors. But here I am - a prototype without a blueprint.

Forging out of nothing to be something – everything.

The onslaught of tags and labels

Wading through paths unmade and yet…

Too many expectations from snoopy folks who are barely groping

Let me stumble and fall as long as I would have the wherewithal to rise

Let me keep going as far as my conviction would

To embrace me as a creation and not a discovery

Being different should not offend anyone

Being me should please everyone

blogger tweets @vilejah