Person

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I am a person, not an idea.

You can’t think me away because I’m already here.

And the longer it takes for you to wrap your mind

around who, what when, why and how I am,

time passes by while you’re trying to understand:

 

I am a person, not an idea

You can't think me away because I'm already here.

I am a not concept, with arms and legs

I am not the names

that exists inside your head

I am not the stereotypes that chew me up and spit me out

as if mere words could tell you what I'm all about

I’m not the little sliver of doubt in your hand that eagerly reaches out

To touch me and enrages

With slight wonder in your eyes

I hear the question on your mind: Am I contagious?

Perhaps I am a virus,

That seeks to spread my condition onto others

So perhaps some of you see the need for me to be contained

About as much as some of you would wish I could be explained.

 

I am not your reason

For right and wrong

I am not the deflective song you sing when people question your motives,

I am not your trophy or your token

I am not the trust that holds together your privileged body

While mine is broken….

 

I am a person, not an idea,

But here’s a new one to wrap your mind around

When your consciousness fell into to prejudice

Does it make a sound?

 

I am a person, not an idea

And all I hear is noise,

While my fate hands in the balance

And I am carefully examined…

 

I am a person, not an idea

But I am caving

While people sit in their cushy rooms and wonder if I’m worth saving

 

I am a person, not an idea

 

I am a person, not an idea

 

I am a person, not an idea.

You can’t think me away because I’m already here.

And the longer it takes for you to wrap your mind

around who, what when, why and how I am,

time passes by while you’re trying to understand:

 

time that I needed you to help

time that I was lost inside myself

time that was never taken to listen to me speak

time that I spent without food to eat

time that I never had to give away in the first place

time that was precious to me but in your abundance, you waste

time that I am taking now to explain

why there’s so little time to embrace the idea of me

from a distance while I am waiting in pain….

time that is somehow the currency of misery

and the price rests on my shoulders….

while your sensitivity to my reality makes yours colder…

 

I am a person, not an idea

Not a possibility

Not an opportunity

Not a trophy

Not a simply story

 

None of those things, but all of the things,

Do you see me now?

—In my longing to be extraordinary enough

That you would love me right now?

—In my longing to be ordinary enough

That you would love me right?

 

 

Rose J Percy - July 20, 2018

 

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