
You look but do not see
Eyes peeping out of corners
Tracing my present journey with destiny
But are you sure that you really looking at me
I can sometimes spin words out of control
some so original... they break the mold
Some so true..... you say they touch your soul
Only one looking beyond the mirror's image
beyond the color of my skin
or beyond my present sin
can see what it is I already see...
I see imperfection when I look at me
Does my image change for you
from fiery red running through envious green
to a depressing blue-ish hue
Does your perception of who I should be
sometimes get in your way?
Am I being judged by what I said to you
what I meant to you
Or even how I looked at you...
just only yesterday
If so, I think you need to know
Everything I am
Everything I need
Everything I want to be
is always subject to somebody else's scrutiny
While you have a right to look in my mirror
and be what it is you see
but also know
that I have a right
to disregard what you expect
and do what's right for me
jakuper(4/2/07)

AMEN. Stand up and shout that one.
ReplyDeleteAccept me as I am and not what you perceive me to be or don't except me at all and allow me to be me.
dont give way to people trying to shape destiny 4 u! u take it into your own hands and manifest what u want it 2 be! i dug it yo! uno (loonaR)
ReplyDeleteI am feeling this piece!
ReplyDeleteThree...You summed it up. LOL Thanks
ReplyDeleteDreamyall....Thanks for feeling me....
ReplyDeleteMylyssa....Must be doing something right...Thanks for the read...
ReplyDeletethis is one of my favorites from you..I like your poetic stance in this piece..gotta love them power pieces..much love
ReplyDeleteMissNikki....Smiling cuz you I feel like you mean it....
ReplyDeleteThanks for presenting me with very interesting challenges....
Always a pleasure! Beautiful piece, Joycie.
ReplyDeleteWonderful............ I am from the crown of my head to the under soles of my feet.....
ReplyDeleteThanks so much SIlent One....
ReplyDeleteLoveoneself...I know you know what I'm talking about---your name is the epitome of the poem...
ReplyDeletethanks for stopping by, lady!