being fly arose in my eyes as cool or hip.. cute.. the ish
as strutting my stuff down the long pathways of life
living in the moment letting go of the knife
in my hand and taking command
of me rather than letting them be
the ones who break me down
and surround me
drown me with tears
break my heart and escalate my fears
being fly was knowing who i was
showing off because
i was growing and flowing
yet sadly not knowing the depths of love
i could be arrogant cocky stuck up snobby
all being fly at the same time
following the same lines
as those i viewed who knew themselves
yet again love was inevident
it left it went.. deepened in its descent from me
so i had to understand yet again what being fly really meant to me
i longed to obtain the declaration of my name
and all in the same i found me
inevitably
allowing myself to cry
was
free2bfly
looking myself in the eye saying bye to the guy
who supposedly put me on my high
was me
totally completely
laid down neatly
me
free
to
be
fly
A contest entry
- What's Your AP Name? by 2lullabyhaven.
550 points, ended August 16, 2008, 35 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What was your favorite part?
Comments
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very fly! Congrats on the bronze!
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that had a very unique and interesting rhyme pattern to it. I really liked that. You described your name very well and what a journey it had taken you on to get there. Congrats on third!
"masquerade"
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I am inspired...thanks for your entry and good luck in my contest lol
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