Awhile back, I wrote a Facebook/post-turned-website-post poem called See All of Me.
It is the culmination of an idea, set of stanzas, & feeling I carried around with me for a few days in the form of a sense of misunderstood displacement in this world. Finally, i just wrote it all down. And It goes like this:
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I’m more than a number
More than color or creed
I’m a past and a future
Please, see all of me
I have hopes
I have fears
I have love
I have doubt
Look at them all to figure me out
Each person is more
Than what we can see
I’m still in the works
Please, see all of me
See the marks of my past
See the ways I have grown
Like the rings of a tree
We each have our own
Life‘s journeys we take
Some scenic,, some long
Take us all different ways
But different doesn’t mean wrong
My path has been winding
As things tend to be
But I’m still moving forward
Please, see all of me
We all have been hurt
Some scars can be seen
But others are hidden
Inside, underneath
I’ve lashed out in anger
Felt the sorrow and grief
I vowed to do better
Please, see all of me
I’ve faced my own darkness
Now, try to live joyfully
I choose to do better
Please, see all of me
It was cathartic.
It was exactly what needed to come out at that time.
I imagine that quite a few people feel that way, wanting to be seen, wishing people cares to look deeper & maybe understand them a bit better. Something tells me that not feeling seen is why people pick ul their assault weapons and go shoot up schools, churches, etc.
My heart goes out to everyone who wishes they felt seen. I know those feelz & am genuinely working on doing better.
And, if you’re feeling down, here’s something that just might pick you up:
Shortly after publishing SAOM to my website, I got on Instagram ONLY TO FIND THAT #SeeAllOfMe WAS ATTACHED TO ABOUT A BAJILLION PORN POSTS. So…