Are they really me? Do they look alright?
Should the frames be black? Or should they be white?
Is the glass too dark? Is the glass too bright?
Should I wear them now? Should I wait till night?
Is this really me? Do I feel alright?
Should my skin be black? Should my skin be white?
Are my thoughts too ‘girl’? Would a ‘boy’ feel right?
Should I be one now? Should I change tonight?
Am I really me?
I think our flesh is unfair sometimes not representing what is inside…self esteem can cause a body to morph evern when you don’t desire it… keep writing lovely poetess ❤️
Great thought provoking piece.
I’ve asked myself the very same question about myself.Am I really me?
I’m certain I’m not the body and I’m thinking I might not even be the mind.
Before I became me….what was I?
I wasn’t born me…. was I?
I’m a construct, a convention,a vessel but to carry what?
Oh I like your glasses also.
Love the flow and subject matter. The world would be so much better if everyone read and adopted these thoughts.
Chère HJ.,
Hope this finds you well.
I wrote this in respons to your poem. Not to tell you how you should feel, but to leave room for doubt.
In Dutch and translated:
Vind je dat je teveel girl bent
Of ben je liever boy
Je hoef ook niet te kiezen
‘k Zeg tegen beiden Hoi Hoi
Mij zit het niet in de weg
Boeit me niet vrouw of vent
Als je gelukkig glimlacht
Ben je mooi zoals je bent
Do you think you’re too much of a girl
Or would you rather be a boy
You don’t have to choose either
I say Hi Hi to both
It doesn’t bother me
I don’t care woman or man
If you smile happily
You are beautiful just the way you are
Warm regards, Gus