Am I really just a combination of people?
I'm loyal like my roommate,
calm like my dad,
free like my brother,
but is that really bad?
Is there really a me
or have I borrowed from others?
I try to be like them, just so I'm not a bother,
but is there really a me or do I bear the face of another?
Wipe away all the dust and grime
and wade through all the built up slime.
Get down to the core and then you'll see
there really is a me!
Where has it gone? that person I once knew.
Some went to you and you and you.
And I was covered also in qualities not my own.
What will it take for you to dig to the bone?
Or do you like what you see?
Because it's not really me.
And what about you?
Is there really a you behind all that goo?
Or are you a conglomeration too?
It will take time, but let's remove this gunk.
Pretty soon we'll see beyond all this junk.
We'll dig down to the bone and then we'll see
the actual, the real you and me.
Have you seen it before? Do you like what you see?
Or is it still a gigantic mystery?
It's time to discover, time to explore.
Getting to know yourself will be a chore,
but after we've removed all this filthy awful snot
we look at ourselves and realize we're not
just a bunch of our friends.
We're us. We're unique.
The End.
I think it's interesting when poets exhort people to do something. I don't often do this in my poetry, outright at least, but it really works here. The theme of this poem is really cool, because I think we all feel this way. We don't really know how to react to this feeling of having a mix'n'match personality. My favorite lines are:
ReplyDelete"It will take time, but let's remove this gunk.
Pretty soon we'll see beyond all this junk.
We'll dig down to the bone and then we'll see
the actual, the real you and me."
I think that you should assess some of the lines and word choices and maybe decide if they are all worthy of staying in a final draft of this poem. Great stuff! I am SO excited to hear more from you throughout this semester.
"Have you seen it before?" There are those moments when we let down our guard, and those who are privileged to be around get a wider glimpse of the real us. Hold on to that line...it's a keeper!
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