jueves, 3 de junio de 2010

When you look at me tell me, what is it you see?

When you look at me tell me, what is it you see?
Is it my strength, my pride, my will
Or is it my hurt, my pain, my skill.
Is it my knowledge, my joy, my faith
Or is it my fear, my anger, my hate.

Is it my kindness, my warmth, my honesty
Or is it my guilt, my abuse, my jealousy.
Is it my beauty, my happiness, my smile
Or is it my colour, my ugliness, my style.
Or is it my loyalty, my success, my intelligence
Or is it my pass, my mistake, my resentment

Is it my respect, my individuality, my gratitude
Or is it my defence, my failure, my attitude.
Is it my sensitivity, my patience, my confidence
Or is it my temper, my animosity, my ignorance

Is it my dreams, my hopes, my fame
Or is it my struggle, my despair, my shame.

WHEN YOU LOOK AT ME, TELL ME, WHAT IS IT YOU SEE?

By Gwendolyn (Blondy) Chisolm