My Bestest Me Poem by Cwesey Tawiah

Time to go, time to be
The very bestest best of me

Time to rise, time to know
The certain certain time ago

Beguiled in mist, I cannot see
The very things I used to flee

These things I do, I must forgo
And never see that mark below

I gotta be the me I knew
Reflecting every dew I brew

The heights above, the view beneath
And everything I know with teeth

Hear me out, I speak with glee
It's time to be my bestest me

The me I crave, is not in past
And in the present not it hast

The gown I wear, I must unwear
And flame it up without a tear

My bestest me, I stand to be
And ever be the me I see