I am who I am, and that is that.
The ink is set, the page is dry,
I do not craft a soft reply.
I wear my thoughts like open seams,
The loud conductor of my dreams.
I do not sugarcoat the sting,
Or clip the feathers from the wing.
What dances on the tip of tongue
Is where my honest truth is hung.
I am the storm, I am the drought,
The voice that rises, spilling out.
Unfiltered, sharp, and unapologetic,
My rhythm is a wild, kinetic.
I am not cast in molding clay,
To wither in a milder way.
So take the weight of who I am,
Ignore the roar, or join the jam.
The mirror shows a steady gaze,
No scripted lines, no hidden maze.
The wall is built, the door is shut—
I am who I am, and that is that.
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Friendship (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My poem emphasizes the importance of being true to oneself, without fear of judgment or the desire to please others.
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This is a poem of one content with who one is and has no plans to change it or at least feels unable to do so. Well written my friend
thankyou
You are most welcome
Friendship, amen indeed. 🙏 What I enjoy most here is the confidence running through it. Not arrogance...just a clear acceptance of who you are and who you are not. The line about wearing your thoughts like open seams particularly stood out to me. Strong, honest write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you, my friend.🌹
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