Three On Me Poem by Melissa Ferrer

#1
Tall about five ten
But far... Oh so far
From what you would call
Beautiful or even pretty.
Maybe im not uglii
But im definitely nothing anyone
wants to see.... to look at....
No not me

#2
Feeling coarsing thoughts
That cant be let out
Cant be freed (through verbal Necessities)
Cant be caught up to speed
The need to.... be me
Grows I know
That in time I'll learn
Do i just sit and wish an yearn
till then? Until, unexectedly
I come face to face With...
the real me.. much more
My identity?

#3
Smart, Intellectual, thinker
She is the bright one, the
one who gets the grades
shes definitely getting a scholarship
and heading off to be somebody... after
COLLEGE
But can she say she really tried?
Can she say she just had it in her...
in her heart to...
Be smart
and intellectual and a thinker
Knowing isnt alway best
It leaves bias thoughts, and no
time for fun, change and
SpIrItUaL gRoWtH
Or even time to beat a drum
and creat that much needed rythm
onlii to grow and to wish to grow
to let life-youth, and
those you know pass on by
acting 30 at 13 or 40 at `4
I may not know exactly
what or who i am..... But i CAN
tell you now
THAT AINT ME!