Me

I hold anger in my hands
my voice rises
I search
for a way to liberate myself
from those who do not understand
Me
Expressions of my soul
skillfully etched onto my flesh
pay homage to pain desires and history
I do not wish to own the world
just the part that belongs to
Me
so tired of seeing things in life
that was not meant to be
dark brooding clouds
leave the world a dreary “opti” mist
too many days without the light
raindrops are filled with
Me
and I fall, from heaven
like tears
tormented by what time seems to forget
with each new year
so I continue hold anger
close to my breath
afraid to let it go,
it defines
Me
I cannot exhale
I cannot let it go
for fear of losing
Me
I want to stand
to be that part of life that is profound
to speak the words of worlds
and cultures; ideas of change
I want to be a man
I want to be
Me

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