“Untitled”
Some use titles just to fit in
Others use them as a basis to self comprehend
I prefer to fly free
Taking every moment to get to know me
Daily lessons
Some harder to accept than others
Striving to be strong like my pops
But nurturing like my mother
At times I feel so lost
Especially when I’m asked
Do you know who you are
I am me
Sometimes too apologetically
Battling with who or what to be
Almost ready to give in
Sick of titles
Monogamy
Polygamy
Polyamory
Single and saved
Lonely
Broken
Anxious
Acceptance we crave
Tired of trying to fit in
Only to end up seeking all over again
The toughest one to deny is empathy
Always attracting folks who unload on me
Objects in mirror are not as strong as they appear
I get tired
I get weak
I’m constantly fighting my fears
Bouncing and slipping with my Uncle Maslow
Indecisive on which way to go
Someone, please stabilize me
I’m tired of letting this title called Gemini
Control and rule me
