You wear my shoes
and yeah all kids do it.
But this time it’s different
you look up at me
and I see
I see
me
ME
Who am I?
The question for the
ages right?
I go to the mirror
to see this man
you want to be.
It’s not what I
want to see
for I see
I see
me
Free
I must free
this man
in the mirror
Take away
his fears
take away his
tears
I smear them
on the glass
and write
your name
Break
I must break
this man
My fist
clenches
with all
my might
I punch
the mirror
bleeding
with hope
Carry
A piece of glass
sticks in my
hand
The scar
I carry
always
reminding
me
of what
I saw
and what
I want
to see.
In you
In me
8-1-09
Copyright © 2009 Brian Jackson All rights reserved
and yeah all kids do it.
But this time it’s different
you look up at me
and I see
I see
me
ME
Who am I?
The question for the
ages right?
I go to the mirror
to see this man
you want to be.
It’s not what I
want to see
for I see
I see
me
Free
I must free
this man
in the mirror
Take away
his fears
take away his
tears
I smear them
on the glass
and write
your name
Break
I must break
this man
My fist
clenches
with all
my might
I punch
the mirror
bleeding
with hope
Carry
A piece of glass
sticks in my
hand
The scar
I carry
always
reminding
me
of what
I saw
and what
I want
to see.
In you
In me
8-1-09
Copyright © 2009 Brian Jackson All rights reserved
2 comments:
I didn't know you were such a poet! I am reading through some of your poems---thanks for posting them!
I almost deleted your comments, because I had no idea who "Sterling" was.(I didn't see your picture until I accepted your comments)Thanks for the nice comments!
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