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freedom


allow me to be me...
who else could I be?
if I try and be you
won't you know, hopefully,
I'm not being authentically me....

or at least I will know
it's all for show
and won't feel right, you know....

but, really, how can I be any other?

when I breathe it's my energy
pumping through my body....
when I speak, it's my voice I hear....
when I listen, it can only be through my ears....
when I think, it is my brain reacting here....
when I dance, it's my body moving in air....

'allow me to be me'
in all the nooks and crannies,
as a young child or elderly granny.....
I ask again...who else could I possibly be?
is there someone foreign invading me?

I know, obviously,
you do not mean it so literally....
you mean, perhaps,
allow all of me to be.....

you mean, perhaps,
please see me free of your subjectivity....
please see me free of your projections.....
please see me free of your personality....

please try and see me for who I am
as I will try and do the same....

and while I am being me
I ask only that you also be you too....
genuinely and completely
so I can see the essence of you....
so I can see your beauty