Poem: I Am Me

by Daniel Nkado

I am strange
I don’t do like you do
Eat, drink, sing or sleep
like you
I am different
I am me

I am poor
I don’t have the things you
Not been to places you’ve
been to
Or sat and dined with people
of your class
Yet, I live
I am weak
I don’t feel the power you
I don’t have the servants you
Or tame maids at my beck and
Yet, like the painted lady, I
I am a mess
I don’t dress the way you do
Or have my hair as tidy as
Or my shoes or socks as
Still, I feel glorious
I am dull
I don’t know the things you
Many times I feel lost and
I wander and search
But I am hopeful
I am me
Pure and untainted I come
Prime and novel I remain
I am me
And I hope you are you.
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5 Comments on “Poem: I Am Me”

  1. Lisa dear
    But I did mention the painted lady na…it pretty much sums up beauty, color and freedom.

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