Note to Myself

I can never forget where I came from,
Fresh from the womb and 28 years later
I am no longer a tiny or singular crumb
On the horizon. I can never be a traitor

To my parents who gave me life, nor can
I betray my heart that never gave up on
Me. I can never be dependent on a man
To give me happiness or love and gone

Are days of darkness as the light streams
In. People think they can be the ones to
Steer me away from the dreary dreams
Keeping me up late, but I constantly grew

Tired of people thinking they know me
Better than I know myself. I grow restless
Thinking that people could watch and see
My endless quiet tears, but do helpless

Things to ease the pain I feel multiplying
Within my core. Nobody can ever replace
The skin I was born with and I am trying
To always be comfortable in the place

We all call home. So I choose myself in
A world that is always at war every day.
I tell myself to smile and to tilt my chin
With pride because I have yet to turn grey.