Say I'm a Bird

Say I'm a Bird

There are times when I just do not want to be me.

I want to be a butterfly.

Among the rainforest, I cannot be found.

As if I do not exist. 

There are places I am sure I do not belong.

Whose hands placed this shirt upon me?

There are moments I wonder how I got here.

Was it my feet that carried me?

How far along am I?

Who chooses the footprints that are brushed away?

There are people whose faces bewilder me.

Their faces show my reflection.

There are sounds I cannot escape.

My beating heart chokes my throat.

The crickets crawl beneath my comforter.

The rainy season.

There are times when I just do not want to be me.

So I ask myself, “who is this person, whom you claim to be?”