My Humanity

Some days I curse

At the top of my lungs

My humanity

Its imperfection

Its vulnerability

Its futility

Some days I curse

My inability

To fix

Everything

My inability

To control

Anything

Some days I curse

My own two hands

How small

Feeble

Weak

They are

But in the end I realize

That in my weakness

Comes my greatest opportunity

For courage

Strength

Love

To love not despite flaws

But including them

To see another’s humanity

Is my greatest honor

And to love my own

Is my life’s purpose

On the Outside/ Looking in

On the Outside (Looking In)

just about everywhere I go
I feel like an outsider
like I don’t really belong
I pour my heart and soul
into places, organizations,
groups of people
I respect and love
so much that it literally
hurts
but still I always feel
like I’m on the outside
looking in
a part, but apart
you see often I feel so worthless
so repulsive and wrong
that I hide and don’t open up
been told for so long
that my place was below
oh so low
I shackled myself to the ground
feeling like that’s where I’m supposed to be
I feel as if I am only tolerated
never wanted
and because of it
I remain separated,
on the edge,
overlooked
hoping I’m not completely pushed away
oh if I could only show
the vibrant being
beneath the dull shell
if only I could share
the warmth and wit
the intelligence and strength
that I contain
if only I could step into the inner circle
and be the real me
but I’ve lost the key
and because of it
will remain shackled
on the outside
looking in