My Turn 3
The third in a series of reflections
Inspired from a night at the MoMA PS1 and a search for oneself
By Bird
To stand up without
Permission?
When will I be so confident
As to not need to worry
About denial or acceptance?
When will I have the ability
To think for myself
“Go for it!”
Without listening for approval first?
Will it ever come to that?
Do you feel that?
I am always told how confident I am,
How little I care about what others think of me.
That I do what I want, when I want to do it.
Apparently I have a plan and know what I’m doing.
Hahahaha….no.
Not quite.
Good try though.
Little did you know
I didn’t feel like I could write this
Until my professor told me
Everyone is creative
Even me.
I didn’t feel like an artist
Until a someone told me
Anyone and everyone is an artist.
I wouldn’t chose a school
Without my mother helping.
I couldn’t even chose a prom dress
Without checking with 5 people, first!
But I am still told I have my shit together
They say they can count on me for when
They fall apart.
Maybe their need is permission enough.
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