Poetry by Farah Lawal Harris

Conflicted


in a tug of war of satisfaction,
i am pulled rather roughly
in two directions,
forced to face the decision
of picking who i appease,
to make a choice that’s concrete–
them or me.
it is tempting to succumb
to the “them” side,
to fold myself to live in my pocket
and make friends with lint and such
but i crave so much
to be able to sleep at night
and not wonder about who loves me
because if i choose right,
then obviously,
i love me
and i will then laugh beautifully,
leave awe-inspired and free
because finally
i could say with confidence:
i chose
me.

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2 responses

  1. adoculos

    if all of us could have so much confidence in themselves the world would be a happier place. however, most of us walk around with hopes of power, love of others, or wealth which has transformed our society into a monster who no longer consumes simple food but lives.

    October 27, 2008 at 1:34 am

  2. I don’t know of anyone who caouldn’t relate to this. Good job.

    Elizabeth

    October 28, 2008 at 12:03 am

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