'What Am I Doing' - Poem by Keenan Harris
'What am I doing? ! ' I know not what I do. Time has gone against me as always, and my luck has called it 'quits' as well.
'What am I doing? ! ' I'm being a complete idiot. I see her, sitting in the sunlight, hair flowing in the breeze, looking like almighty Aphrodite amidst the summer setting.
'What am I doing? ! ' I'm following my gut. I've gathered my will to move to her and tell her my feelings.
'What am I doing? ! ' I'm following my head. WE end up in my bedroom, how so, I don't know.
'What am I doing? ! ' I am following my heart. I tell her I love her as we embrace under the starlit night...the moon revealing every bit of her beauty as the sun does in its full shine.
'What am I doing? ! ' I'm doing what's right. She's pregnant, I'm to be a father.
'What am I doing? ! ' I....don't know. I am standing at the alter, watching her white dress billow around her, God, she's so beautiful...
'What am I doing? ! ' I'm being a man. Taking care of bills, school, loans, and family; I am taking responsibility for my actions, and I'm doing it all my own, with a little assistance from 'my father' that is..
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