What do you see when you look at me? you see a tall black boy that wear glasses well is that all you see? Or cant you see the real me. The me that has been fed up wit different things, different people, different actions, and that is just to name a few. But how about you? What do you see when you look at me? Can you see the boy that is crying out to you? Or will you just pass it by and don’t even try to see all the things that hurt me. Or try to get to know the people around me the people that I see. Will you try to even hear me out? Or will you just shut me down and shut me out and tell me to shut thine mouth. Will you believe me when I am telling the truth or will you just believe only you. So still I ask you what do you see when you look at me? Do you still see a tall black boy with glasses or do you see the real me. Can you see straight down through my pores right past my heart right to my soul or are you stuck with appearances and not personalities. Will you even try to get to know the little things that many people know or will you try to know the deep stuff like what I go through on a daily basis. I will admit I do hide my feelings well very well so well that I have become a pro at it a pro at that the fact that I can hide my feelings so well. So the question still stands what do you see when you look at me? Do you really think you know me or are you not so sure? Cant you see how much things hurt me or are you blind just like me sometimes. I will tell you some of the things that hurt me the little things hurt me the most the little things that you say and do it wont be cool if I did that to you, you wouldn’t like it if I said that to you, you wouldn’t like it if I did that to you. You never let me express my opinions you never want to hear my point of view you think that everybody revolves around you but I am here TO. In the midst of it all here I stand. So the question is still there what do you see when you look at me? I can tell you something that I can see that is in me. A boy who has fell into doing things that he shouldn’t do saying things he shouldn’t say knowing things he shouldn’t know and fearing things he shouldn’t fear. Those are some of the things that I see can you see those things to? Are you hearing me out are you taking this in cant you see how much I’m looking for a real, real friend. I have friends but a real friend will take up for you, be there for you never let anything come between yall, someone you can go to in your time of doubt, someone you can call on the phone with out a doubt some who has your back especially when your under attack. So ask yourself do you have a real friend not your husband or your wife but a friend outside of your family. Well I do actually I have more than one and they are all apart of me. My question is still there what do you see when you look at me can you see a person who has strong opinions about things and would love to express them to you and have an educated conversation with you but only if you will have one with me. So when you see me what do you see do you only see a figure or do you see the real me. Why do you have to hate on me you hate on my clothes you hate on my shoes and most of all you hate me. Why cant you see your opinion about me is not valid to me but still you continue to waste your breath so just shut your mouth and save your breath you never know when you will have your last breath do you really want to waste it by heating on me. You cant see how much your words are meaningless to me. So save your comments and save your looks don’t talk behind my back and smile up in my face that’s the real definition of being fake. Look me in the face and say what you got to say. I aint got time for petty little games. Don’t do things you know u shouldn’t do. You know good and well what you should and shouldn’t do. And don’t think that by doing this that it will be all better the damage has been done you should have had enough sense not to do it before I told you. But that’s aright it okay I’m a strong person and I preserver. So can you finally see me yeah I’m the one with the tented glasses on wearing Nike’s that’s me the one you can see towering over everybody. That’s this dude right here the boy with the birthmark in the back oh his head the one who wants to gain wisdom but first has stop doing stupid things and be himself. My last questions to you are after you have heard this poem will you pay more attention to me, will you listen to me more, will you see me in a different light or will you brush me off like my words are meaningless or will you take head to the words that I have said and finally my last question to you is what do you see when you look at me? Better yet WHAT WILL YOU SEE WHEN YOU LOOK AT ME.
