I know you asked me
Who am I
But it’s not that easy
To descry
What is you
And what is me
It all melds so
Harmoniously.
I can’t see myself
And you less so
You fuck up the little
You actually know
I’m not real, am I
To you
I’m an opinion
A bigoted view
I won’t express
I won’t believe
I know it’d be wrong
What you’d perceive
I don’t matter; I’m
Only defined
By the picture you see
Inside your mind
It doesn’t matter who I am
And even less what I can be
Your opinion’s all that really counts
You won’t believe what you don’t see
So, with veracity denied
Who then am I?
You decide.
I wrote that beautiful poem. It's beautiful. It describes me.
But I can't use it for English.
And it's not at all like Theme for English B by Langston Hughes.
So eff.
