I want to be who you want to see
different as the two sights may be.
I want to try and go out and buy
what you're selling me.
I strain to remain the same
vision you want to see.
I want to be okay and stay
in the bud rather than sprout
but nature fights against me too
struggling to bring me out.
I wrangle with my desires -
material as some may be.
I tread lightly away from my desires
so they don't catch up to me.
I question this change, again,
and I'm angered by my constant evolution -
wishing to remain constant is in itself a human revolution.
A quarrel, a war, a battle against no opponent but
ones self -
still, outnumbered -
you either lose another or you lose yourself.
By Judy Alegria-Gutierrez
July 30,2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem