Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Too Many People Have Your Name

When I first met you
you could barely stand 

your words
not mine

It wouldn’t have been fair
asking you to stand with me

Unfair to me
not you

I see you question yourself now 

“Can they see?”
“Do they know?”

You know you only hide
I laugh because you’ve even tried fur

Some see
Some know

And you pray
To see them before they see you

And you pray
To know them before they know you

I’ll say a French sigh instead of writing it

You play a game called self
Id like to ask you some questions
but you already knew that didn’t you

© Christopher F. Brown 2017


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