La Pregunta
Someone once asked me,
" What do you want to be when you grow up?"
One meaningless occupation after another floated just to the surface of my lips
The question itself pointing fingers and ridiculing my life
thus far
I felt trapped
My heartbeat was off like a rocket to the base of my throat and plunging back down and up
and
down
I'm stuttering. . Trying all the attractive and "right" answers on
They feel tight, as if I am being fitted for a suit that is just one size too small
I shift without sound and open my notebook and peer into the well of words that let this boi breathe
To the asker I shrug..
Relying on dimples and charm to satisfy the query
I close my eyes and step up to the Mic, inhale freedom and say
I want to be Me <3