Poetry by Farah Lawal Harris

Me Chaser

like lost keys,
as soon as i stopped looking,
i breathed
and found me.
always thinking i was scattered,
i searched under pillow cushions and dark corners,
in the bottom of wine glasses and backs of refrigerators,
Googled my full name a thousand times
looking for a sign to point me
in the direction of my identity;
have even spent hours in front of the mirror naked,
examining every inch of my body;
have written freely without censoring,
spoken quickly without listening,
and through all that,
was still wondering who i am,
where i was at.
and somehow,
as simply as possible,
i decided to stop searching so hard for myself
and just be
and just like that,
i found me
and she is amazing.

2 responses

  1. I do so love enlightenment, lol. This is great and I really really like not just the poem, but the feelings behind it. Like your word choices, the rhythms, and the flow of it all.


    February 4, 2009 at 7:22 pm

  2. Thank you, Elizabeth!

    February 4, 2009 at 7:43 pm

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