Foreign places–I’m surrounded by new spaces
Unfamiliar faces, and a variety of races
Solidarity has never been so real
With time to think about what it is I truly feel
What I believe, what I know
Why I grieve
What’s there, not in my head
But down below
In my heart, in my soul
Suppressing emotions has taken its toll
The metaphorical carpet is being lifted
I’ve thrown out my broom and now I’ve drifted
Off to a place of self-discovery
Of confrontation, of honesty
Of past hardships that went unnoticed–ignored
Pushed under that carpet so not to have mourned
Who is it that I am and how do others perceive me to be
These are questions I wonder, but don’t always have the ability to see
Because I’m blinded–jaded–and sometimes sedated
The answers don’t lie within the abysmal hole of
Materialism, skepticism, or even my self-control mechanism
I won’t find them in the norms, rules, or trends that society has set
And I refuse to look back on my youth with regret
So this search for myself has started today
To find these answers–to find my own way
Where am I going and what is my purpose
There’s a way of knowing but it’s not on the surface
I have an intuition of what it could be
It’s about being for others and not just for me
It’s about dealing with my feelings, thoughts, and emotions
Knowing myself and my own philosophical notions
Pursuing relationships with family and friends
While finding myself in “god” and making amends
I know it won’t be easy, but I’m willing to fight
Because I’ve been waiting for years to see the Light.
Whitney Davis
© 2010
Whitney I love your style & your rhymes, fabulous work!
Welcome to The Juice Bar!! 🙂