I’ll make no excuses
For I breathe the way I breathe
And I feel with utmost longing.
It matters not,
The way I hold my brush
Nor the way I
Paint my scene
Were it that
Everyone saw
In black and white
I shall dance beneath
The neon lights
Of summer’s spawning
Unaware –
Without a care,
Just feeling free
Being me.
I shall not
Cower in sadness
Stretching myself thin
To fit the mold
Or cry my tears
Upon shoulders
Of the bold
Who proclaim my ways
Are not artistic
Enough.
This is me
This is me
As real
As the air you breathe
And if you cannot see,
I’d rather you close your eyes
Than waste your sight on me.
© Sumyanna 2016
I know how to be nothing, but authentically me.
Submitted for The Daily Post Prompt: authentic
This poem is soo fantastic.. It teaches self love and I absolutely benefitted from it.. Thumbs up darling👍
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This is most heartfelt, Sumyanna. Well done.
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Thank you so very much Robbie. It’s so good to see you 🙂 Hugs from my end of the world!
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This is true of all of your poetry! It’s so you!
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