I’ve begun to wonder if the word ‘I’ has any particular meaning.
Many may say that it refers to one’s self, but are you sure
That it doesn’t refer to the part of us that is capable of being judged by others?
We live in a society that would rather have more things in common
When we aren’t quite sure what’s so great about our differences.
Elders advise us to do never do anything that may embarrass us in
The future, but does that mean we should hide away the part of us that makes us look like fools?
Should I be afraid to say that you and I are different than each other?
The only way we can be accepted is if I look like you and you act like me, but…
If that’s true aren’t those pronouns completely useless?
Does it matter if I call you by your name or if I call you by mine?
Because after all we’re all supposed to be the same so a title means little to nothing.
Do we want to preach what we are incapable of living?
Be unique they say, but when you and I do what we find perfect for us…
We turn out to be incorrect.
If I say what is on my mind it first has to pass through society’s filters until
It simply becomes another advertisement for those who haven’t been conformed.
Perhaps, I’m a square block that needs to go into a circular hole to be accepted,
But I’m not sure if ‘I’ wish to be cut to fit.
‘I’ should be judged for who I am despite the consequences.
‘I’ can forget about us because I am ‘me’.
When we are born, we don’t come with a user manual,
But with the hands and flesh to write our own syllabus.
I don’t want to be a page in some old history book.
My page belongs floating in the wind in old alley where it can be found by someone
Who probably is nothing like me.
But I guess that depends on whose page we’re trying to recreate,
Doesn’t it?