I don't usually write poetry, but sometime ago, in one of my more "lucid" moments, a poem slipped out:
SEE ME FOR WHO I AM
When you look at me who do you see
A woman, a stranger, a mother...you wonder
But what does it matter.
Does the color of my skin offend you
Or does it make you more curious?
Do you wonder how much money I make
Or how many smiles I fake?
Do you wonder what makes me happy or if I ever am?
Could we be friends or is that a stretch?
But what does it matter if in your musings you already know me
Based on what you think you see.
Instead of wondering, why not ask me with a smile, a welcome
A look of love, a warm embrace.
Then, only then might you see that like you
I have hopes, big dreams, deep desires, cherished memories
Trusted families, childhood friends
A beating heart, fears, tears, a Spirit within.
Look at me without judgment
Then and only then might you see me for who I AM.
Yvonne P. Morris
© 2007, 2019