101 ways to be stuffed in a box
I don’t have all the answers
but somehow, somewhere
someone
started this rumor
I did
you’ve been asking me questions
since i was a little kid
though i wore it proud
a badge to say
“hey, they think i’m worth it”
it’s just a cage
and boy, it binds
i tried to flee
to find my freedom
in another one’s arms
and it shook you up
it shook you all up
for about five minutes
’cause who are you
if i’m not me
and i don’t have all the answers
so here i am
your gilded bird, again
wiped the slate clean
it’s not the same
you can’t do anything wrong
you’re not responsible
but i am
but i am
and you hate me
you resent me
most of all
you think it’s competition
and you’re on the losing end
but at least
you’re allowed to lose
you can lose
and no one
hates you
(like i hate me)
and you hate me
and it makes you feel better
better about your life
better about your choices
(and worse still)
so you hate me
’til i hate me
we’ll all be
O K
if you could just let me out
you can breathe
and find your place
without knowing where I am
without making up who i am
let me out
i don’t know everything
i’m fucked up
just like every BODY
else
i don’t want to be right
i just want to be heard
Don’t you hear
can’t you see
i don’t have all the answers
I don’t have all the answers
Vanessa Nix Anthony
August 6, 2010
