on the outside it seems
seems to be that I have it all figured out.
seems like I know what i'm doing with few doubts
but I am not, nearly as certain as I seem to be
because
i don't even know if I still want a We.
and I
was just a semester or so away from grad u ating
and now
i'm not in school been on break for what feels like an eternity
so I just want to wait and get a job that does right by me
because
Chase was crooked and Cintas didn't treat us right by any means
so I'm
temp'ing now because I want to finish my degree
before it's
too late and life speeds right past me
and I had
planned on buying a condo in Santo Domingo by the Sea
but then money got ghost and left me and the realtors waiting
so now i'm
lost
in the whirlwind of life trying to remember how to breathe
and someone
took a knife and severed my ties with being
an independent, strong secure woman.
but
you don't know that because
you.
don't.
know.
me.
and if
you took the time, took just a few moments to see
who I
really am beneath this facade even i'm forced to believe
you'd see i'm just a sad lost girl
walking on a path not yet found
reaching for goals not yet achieved
yearning for home on an island not ready for me
and wanting a system that does right by me
and to see more Afro-Latinos in the media when I turn on my TV
and a better way of life than this pretending appears to be
but who am I to say...that this pretend girl isn't me
Or so it seems
seems to be that I have it all figured out.
seems like I know what i'm doing with few doubts
but I am not, nearly as certain as I seem to be
because
i don't even know if I still want a We.
and I
was just a semester or so away from grad u ating
and now
i'm not in school been on break for what feels like an eternity
so I just want to wait and get a job that does right by me
because
Chase was crooked and Cintas didn't treat us right by any means
so I'm
temp'ing now because I want to finish my degree
before it's
too late and life speeds right past me
and I had
planned on buying a condo in Santo Domingo by the Sea
but then money got ghost and left me and the realtors waiting
so now i'm
lost
in the whirlwind of life trying to remember how to breathe
and someone
took a knife and severed my ties with being
an independent, strong secure woman.
but
you don't know that because
you.
don't.
know.
me.
and if
you took the time, took just a few moments to see
who I
really am beneath this facade even i'm forced to believe
you'd see i'm just a sad lost girl
walking on a path not yet found
reaching for goals not yet achieved
yearning for home on an island not ready for me
and wanting a system that does right by me
and to see more Afro-Latinos in the media when I turn on my TV
and a better way of life than this pretending appears to be
but who am I to say...that this pretend girl isn't me
Or so it seems
.... over all I like it and I usually love structure, so good job.
) Loved the poem though 