mouths
G.g (To anyone )
People talk and whisper words that in there mouths don’t fit, not knowing how hard it is to be somewhere you don’t belong and are expected to be instantly incredible.
People hear but they don’t listen they glance but they don’t see they are blind, they want me to run before I can even Crawl I am not there yet I’m merely beginning. I am in the process of new beginnings and Past endings that return, that haunt. My place right now my purpose is nowhere, nothing I’m searching until I find it I’ll listen to the words, the breaths and thoughts of who judges, before knowing me, I’ll listen to me before I find me
(2015)
This poem is simply about the things we do in the process of figuring out who we are the fact that we hear what other people say and that makes ourself image and thoughts curve into something we aren't and until we know who we are all we do is see what others want us too
