Today, a poem/spoken word that I wrote long ago. It is perfectly suited to follow up last week’s post. It is a description of my lifetime of insecurities; many of which I still battle. Please read it with the cadence of someone who desires for you to be broken free from your cage of the opinions of others.
I AM A FOOL.
I am a fool
There’s no other way to say it
Swayed by the opinions of the masses
There is a game and I choose to play it
Hate me
Love me
Just don’t say that you don’t like me
I understand there’s a reputation on the line
As long as the one you’re ruining isn’t mine
Hate me
Love me
Just don’t think nothing of me
I’ve come to realize
That I’ve begun to be surprised
Every time I open my eyes
And see myself in the mirror
My desperation becomes clearer
Who is this woman with the deep lines
And the dark circles
And the face that has been marked by time?
I used to find pleasure
I used to see a treasure
Whenever I glanced at my reflection
Now all I see is imperfection
Like I need a resurrection
Like I went the wrong direction
Something tells me something changed
Was it the sorrow or the loss?
Something tells me that I’m strained
I made those choices, what’s the cost?
I’ve bowed down to the judgements
Of all the loudest voices
I’ve choked almost to death
As my enemy rejoices
The words and the presumptions
The body language and assumptions
That interrupt my peaceful narrative
Bring my mind to a place
Where it’s imperative
That I postulate your estimation of my significance
Based merely upon the study of your glance
I am a fool
Hate me
Love me
Just please don’t simply tolerate me
Suddenly my universe depends upon
The way you talk about me
How long you hug me
The width of your smile
It all matters after a while
I drove myself crazy
Wondering, DO THEY LIKE ME?
Am I funny enough?
Am I pretty enough?
Am I smart enough?
Am I Godly enough?
Am I good enough?
I am a fool
Because I’m asking all these questions
But pointing them in all the wrong directions
I shouldn’t be interrogating the world
About whether I’m worthy
Clean enough or dirty
Whether I’m holy enough to Praise Him
Is my light bright enough or too dim?
Am I someone worthy of admiration
Or does my sinfulness act as a cancellation
Of my ability to love and serve others
Of my ability to wash the feet of my sisters and brothers
I am a fool
Because I believed the lies
That who I am is based upon what is observed by the world’s eyes
You see, all the negativity was enough to hypnotize
A woman so insecure
That nothing could satiate the deep need within her
To feel loved and valuable and worthy of desire
Instead I let that poison almost create another fatality
Allowing their false views and beliefs to become my reality
But what is the real reality?
That I am exceptional
And worth every drop
As far as HE is concerned?
The time has come to drop your madness
Don’t be a victim
Of the senseless opinions of the masses
The truth is written in RED
You gotta know that the deceit
Is all a game inside your head
This is only my own story
I just had to learn
I stopped being a fool who believed all their lies
Now it’s your turn.
This work is copyrighted by Danielle McEntee and not intended for personal use, without permission of the author.
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