Though You Looking Your Not Seeing

Dear Reader, 

It has been a busy few weeks. I want to share with you a poem that I had to write in High School. I don't remember the actual assignment per se, however, this poem was the result. The interesting thing about this poem is not the power of the words, but instead, hmmm well why don't you tell me? 

Though You Looking Your Not Seeing

A LOOK AT ME...

You stood there and asked me to write a page and let it come out of me.

Then you said that it will be true. 

But how true can I be? Who is me, really? 

Let's see how I can bring me to a reality,

For you to see me as I see myself at this point in time. 

So many changes have occurred that my mind is all blurred. 

But attempt do I, to clear this from mine eye. 

Insecure and afraid, mute by choice, 

Though at times I wish I was more invisible to their demeaning eye. 

Held back, not able to move forward, not even able to grow! 

A young boy slammed into himself, sheltered and confused. 

Dare he, no, I come out, rub my, his eye and see that reality, that I, us, and we are free? 

How free am I really that years passed and still feel the pain from when I was only in grade three? 

Having trusted and believed in a Man I can't see, I opened up my most deep inner part of me.

But to then after so long believing I was free, he came and captured me. Who is He you ask? 

Well, quite simply that same one that had me, him, us, in a box. 

Such a plan to keep me from knowing me, can this really be me, insecure, afraid, lost, and lonely? 

NO! 

By no means! 

I am not he and he truly isn't me. 

I am strong, secure, assured!

A product of time itself revealing true self. 

Through the abuse, hurt and pain I was able to rise and bloom! 

I stand here a new creation, a new form of self! 

A transformation, only capable of being made through His hands, His ways! 

Nonetheless, I am FREE!

Open your eyes and notice that I am not what you initially see, 

In order to really see me through mine eyes, come over to my side. 

I am more than just a product of your eyes!

  Osbert Maldonado

 

P.S.  I have my own MMCL apparel line, campaign ending soon, don't wait they will be sold out soon.