Am I controlling...?
Well, I don't like change, I like everything to remain the same...
I too have OCD...?
What does that tell you about me...?
A place for everything & everything in its place...
Yeah, that's who I am...
Who am I in the day of light...?
Someone to love or someone to fight...?
Do I expect too much...?
Well people say I do...?
There's nothing I wouldn't do to defend the underdog, the bullied, or the weak...
The right giving some justice to those who ain't able to fight...
Giving a voice to those who can't speak...
Yeah, that's who I am...
Does that make me a Myrta of righteousness...?
No very far from...
I just feel for the lost & the weak...
I'll stand never to kick a dog lying down...
Reach out my hand...
Compassion is all in or not at all...
Am I nice...
Or not really nice at all...?
People say I'm too nice, that's my weakness in life...
I say I don't judge a book by its cover, I don't look at the price...
I wanna know the story that awaits me...
Before my ego takes away the glory because we all know there are two sides to every story...
I'm understanding & I'm kind, that doesn't make me delightful or special...
I'm not above it all...
To me love is unconditional, that is pure love, It's all of the above & flows through me naturally...
I think that's why I hurt so easily...
But it's not my weakness... Anger is my weakness,
These people don't see, so their opinions mean nothing to me...
Am I a lady...
Oh God no...
Far From...
But I can act like a lady when called upon most definitely...
I'm not untouchable, I wouldn't wanna be...
I'm not invincible either, I wear my scars all over me...
Am I a man...
Yes in some ways I suppose I am...
I drink pints no matter where I go, I'm loud...
You know when I'm about, there's no doubt...
My laughter can annoyingly drown out any other sound...
I'm snappy, I'm chatty & have no filter mentally...
One thing for sure you'll feel safe & secure in my company...
I don't thrive on one's insecurities, Never doing anything detrimental to whoever you may be...
no matter how many times it's been done to me...
I'm everything & nothing all rolled into one...
This is the person I've become...
This is me...
This is who I am, I now like me never thought that could possibly be with my checkered history...
I still tread on my dick quite a bit...
But my love, loyalty, principles & morals never change...
I'm always the same...
Being fake isn't something I can do...
Do I conform...?
Sure... I think we all do...
its a necessity...
I want to inspire, not take away anyone's desire...
To be truthful, Not a liar...
This is who I am...
I love like a woman, I fight like a man, I laugh like a hyena...
I'm nice I sure am...
Blessed that's me...
This is who I am...
- Author: JaimeLeigh m=Mead (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 27th, 2022 10:25
- Category: Unclassified
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- Users favorite of this poem: Dahlia
Comments1
genuine, beautifully expressed
& yes you are blessed, enjoyed through
and through, happy Sunday!
Keep poeming on....
Dahlia
That's lovely Thank you...x
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