I wrote this after a difficult day. I felt as if no one understood me and I didn’t understand why they don’t see me the way I see me. After a while I realized I don’t need them to see me the way I see me.
Do You See Me?
Why don’t they see me the way I see me?
My quiet demeanor most of the time
and my silly quirky self
mixed with my serious side and the unexpected laughter.
My moments of clumsiness and my OCD.
My splash of sarcasm melted into a moment of laughter.
I don’t understand what goes through their minds when they look at me.
WHY CAN’T THEY SEE ME THE WAY I SEE ME?!
My hair so black with little curls, each one bouncing with joy.
My beautiful brown colored skin.
My thick lips parted only to show my toothy smile and one and a half dimples.
My eyes that hold a tinge of sadness.
My eyebrows slightly tamed and my eyelashes for days.
Why cant they see what I see?
Why can’t they see me the way I see me?
Is that all that I see in me?
Do I see the God in me?
The daughter he created me to be?
Handcrafted to perfection by the Potter, molded and remolded.
Sent through the fire to create beauty,refined like gold.
Fired and re-fired to remove any impurities.
Being sharpened to perfection through HIM.
Maybe I don’t need them to see me the way I see me.
I want them to see what God has created in me.
Strength, Passion, Love.
