After a long day of education, <br />I walk past my reflection. <br />There I stare, just for a moment, <br />Faced with my greatest opponent. <br />Quickly I take my leave, <br />Mind racing, too much on my sleeve. <br /> <br />Going back to the reflection, <br />Staring long, I see deeper into my complexion. <br />Many parts to me, <br />This is easy to see. <br />However, not easily defined <br />I see all that is confined. <br />My desire to fly, <br />Grounded by my own cry. <br />My fear to stand out with my voice, <br />Enclosed, to hold back is my choice. <br />I don't feel too smart, <br />Not always confident to start. <br />I have been told that I am too defensive, <br />That I over react to things offensive. <br />It seems I am too dark. <br /> <br />About to turn away, <br />I see the light that will even the weigh. <br />Though I am grounded, <br />My perseverance stands, myself astounded. <br />Though I fear to sing out, <br />I still do when no one else is about. <br />Don't see myself as smart, yet others do. <br />I might think another way, after all intelligence has got me through. <br />I defend to give others a voice, <br />Those who may not have a choice. <br /> <br />I am not dark. <br />Nor am I light. <br />I am gray. <br />I am a balance of all that is, and all that isn't. <br />I am human. <br />I am me.<br /><br />Hannah Bryson Price<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/myself-91/
