UNTITLED

"UNTITLED"

lying inside of me
i see
what I choose to be
not we
when i find
the frame of mind
that turns in kind
the frame that settles
that nestles, that wrestles
with the other me
struggling to be free
when finally,
i open my eyes and to my surprise
i realize that i all these years
i shed tears because of fears
brought on by...me
and my views of society
and finality
walk into a room...writing on a tomb,
"go back to the womb"
you don't belong, follow along
words to an old song
wracking my brain
no time to explain
watching in vain
as i slowly spout words heard in my youth
how uncouth, like ruth
growing older we forget what we're told
instead we are sold
straight into a mold
to be like those we see
...in society...
...the finality...
creeps up my spine, like a vine
telling me to unwind
and as i do, i wonder why i didn't fight
reach for the light...
why didn't i...
fight
it's not like the blood in my veins that boils with pains
soothed by rains
seeking the way, the hope that one day
i may
step out of the mold
in manners untold
cross the threshold
and gaze at the REAL me
finally free
i'm who I want to be

*Dove Sister Ade Oyelabi*