Who am I to you all? In a stagnant state unable to change the way I am seen The way I’m perceived The way I’m heard Analyzed and alienated A name not spoken in a knowing manner But interrogative in nature A real name barely spoken at all Followed by stillness in the air Campus quiets itself in consideration Who am I to you? The one thing I can control, a simple Replacement of a name in conversation Slipped out of minds, it’s out of hand She, she, she Turns from an act of forgetfulness to the call of a mockingbird I turn around at the sound of mimicry In an act of forgetfulness myself Conversing with the false narrative of who I’m meant to be Who am I? But a body in dormancy A mind of its own Chased by a pair of feet in men’s shoes One size too big Who am I but a passerby Boy or girl, he or she A student who speaks with clarity When everything else is so unconfirmed Who am I?
Handouts for all five thousand?
What a way to dirty the streets
And remove the motivation to work!