Watch Me

By Colby Beserra

 

I will spend my whole life trying to figure me out

Staring in the mirror, trying out different poses

 

Spotting the little details; my reason for Existing 

is a grocery run with no list of items, 

 

and the aisles are disorganized and cluttered

someone to tell me where to find what I’m looking for, 

 

but the store is empty

I want someone to tell me 

 

how my words can add something to this 

overflowing tapestry of flesh, bone and feeling

 

What can I say that has not already been said

What right do I have to steal the words

 

In this city of hungry children 

everyone fights for a scrap of  word

 

If I get ahold of one, a single morsel,  

how do I use it?

 

I don’t know what I’ll use it for

But I know how I’ll use it

 

I’ll stand on the stage and shout

My life and soul into the audience

 

Who I have been, who I am, and who I will be

And those who don’t like it, they will respond

 

As they launch their arrows tipped with hate, I will 

stand there as they bounce off my skin, 

 

for I am made of glorious metals

And they will have no choice but to watch me

 

Watch me as I love whomever,

be they girl or boy or anything else

 

Watch me as I soar higher than eyes can follow

Watch me as I show the world the ferocity that is me

 

They will call me every hateful thing that comes to mind 

they fail to understand the majesty of me

that’s the one thing I know I am.            

 

Colby Beserra is a sophomore in Creative Writing at the High School for the Performing and Visual Arts. He enjoys making jokes with his friends, reading books in his pajamas, and playing Dungeons and Dragons and video games.