I am a musician
I am an Academic
I am a person
I am a writer
I am a fighter
I feel like I must be one thing
But why can’t I be everything?
Why must I conform?
I must I be part of the norm?
Why can I not be
Just simply me?
I cannot always please everyone
My saxophone I the only thing
That can convey what I truly think
Everything else is sugar coated, manipulated
Through my thoughts of tact
And that’s a fact
Now that I am changing
I go to my music
Somehow there is a hidden message within
Something that I must find
Something there in the recess of my mind
The answer to all my problems
Until I word that answer, I feel that I will be in a bind
In the meantime I go to my saxophone
I come up with a new tone
And I try to grasp that thing at the back of my Mind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like. Very much. I'm starting to fall in love with ur blue saxophone lol