Feeling Free, Being Me ( a poem)

 

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