What It Is To Be Me Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi

I am man of very words spoken.
Lived in uniiform, spirt never broken.
Witnessed things I dreamt I would never see.
You don't know what it is to be me.

I have a beatuiful face.
But there is story under the surface.
I had been hurt so much.
I now chose a life of solitude.
Brought to accept the best and nothing else.
I quit accepting second best
I married a woman who loves me.
We have no children of our own.
Yet clowns look at me and quickly judge.
Life is too short to hate or bear a grudge.
So I'll ignore you and your presence.
You don't know what it is to be me.

To be me, I dont' follow the norm.
I want to spend all day loving my lwoman.
Making her feel that she is the one.
Ignoring the rest who made me feel bitter.
I will love someone who loves me for who I am.
Shallow women say I don't measure up.
I quit giving a damn about single women with rulers.
So that I could love the womem who is right for me.
You dont know what it is to be me.

Steadfast, hard working.
Unpopular by the way I look or speak.
But my woman loves me.
Inspirartion comes from my dreams and wishes.
Not wanting to waste my time or money.
I stick to me because I could only trust my actions.
Which, in some eyes provokes an unwantesd reaction
I could only be honest and truthful.
I have no devious side.
If I dont like sopmeone, I'll make it known.
Don't want to seen as a fool or a clown.
You'll never know what it is to be me..


I Siddiqi 01/03/2009