In honor of Dr. Angelou's passing yesterday, I felt inspired to write a poem in her style - raw, open, emotional.
Am I forgiven?
Seems not quite the time.
Developing new boundaries,
I moved your comfortable line.
Developing new boundaries,
I moved your comfortable line.
I unraveled it all by choice,
And this is what you judge.
No accidents, no tragedies,
Hit a wall that wouldn't budge.
And this is what you judge.
No accidents, no tragedies,
Hit a wall that wouldn't budge.
If you could claim me victim,
Pain caused by happenstance,
Would you let me realign myself
On your path of indifference.
Pain caused by happenstance,
Would you let me realign myself
On your path of indifference.
Am I forgiven?
Forgiven for the choices that I made?
None of which affected you,
All of which you've shamed.
None of which affected you,
All of which you've shamed.
The world is filtered through our lens,
Narrowing our view.
But is it really me you judge,
Or is the lens for you?
Narrowing our view.
But is it really me you judge,
Or is the lens for you?
Am I forgiven?
