Just One Side

by Natalie   Jul 7, 2007


If you could be anybody in all eternity,
who would you choose?
If you just be you,
you'll have nothing to loose.

Everyone knows the famous saying,
"opposites attract."
Has it ever been a proven fact, though,
That 99.9% haven't found something that lacked?

My family is this way,
But only one side.
Is that not strange?
shouldn't family be tied?

So my one side,

They judge on appearance,
Thats first before anything.
They keep close contact,
And drama is a trait they all sing.

So my one side,

They would never put you down,
They reassure you to "call if you need anything."
They live within the distance of accidental "run-into's."
With them, last summer was a total fling.

Growing up, I had a best friend,
I think she is still here today.
My one side of the family,
They want me to stay away.

From day to day, I live my life,
I live what they don't see.
And every day we are living our separate lives,
at the end of the night, I'm praying on one knee.

What would be acceptable to you?
Should I not appreciate art in every way?
Should I judge you upon your appearance?
Is art work on canvas OK?

Should I discourage my own happiness,
only to achieve your preferred standard's?

Should I deny you just because,
You have been married five times,
You had sex before marriage,
You had never attended college?

Should I deny you just because,
Your daughter smokes weed,
Your mature son still lives at home,
Your son has extra pounds?

Should I deny you just because,
You dyed your hair a new color,
You didn't show up last time,
You never invited me?

What would be acceptable to you?
Should I be afraid to do something "dangerous,"
Should I judge you because you are married?
Is the problem that you aren't finding true happiness?

I work and so do you,
I take care of other's and so do you,
I do laundry, and so do you,

As you also do, I pay monthly bills,
I appreciate what I own,
and I make choices.

I clean my house, and so do you.
I cook myself a meal,
and I read when I am bored.

As you also do, I shower everyday,
I watch movies when there is time,
and I can do what I want.

I forget things easily, maybe you too?
I work out at the gym, maybe you do?
I believe in miracles, maybe you do too?

I am not a virgin, I don't think you are.
I do not do drugs, I don't think you do.
I smoke cigarettes, maybe you do too?

I live on the edge, maybe it is not your style.
I want to decorate my body, maybe you don't.
I like to speed, maybe you're scared.

Just because I do something,
It doesn't mean it is wrong.
Just because you do something,
It doesn't mean it is right.

Who are you to judge me?
Do you know who you are?
Where are you in your life?
Have you gotten this far?

A word travels a long way.
Imagine how fast a sentence will travel.
Just add a few more, with my family,
It's a dazzle.

I've learned that words
can mean one of two things,
Words can mean nothing,
or words can mean everything.

I've learned that what you see,
is not always what you get.
What you hear,
is not always the true bet.

Should I be hesitating to see my family?
The exact ones that had always been around.
Even the family that was out of town?

Should news travel so fast?
If it is important, proven, and true,
News should travel quickly,
without even a clue.

Grandmas stories are still for fairytale land.
Her clothes never match.
She is always out of place,
but, she sure is a great catch.

Do you believe that I act in an inappropriate manor?
Do I say something insulting to you?
Does my opinion ever matter?

I see myself,
as more than just the mirror shows.
I believe,
your inner beauty glows.

I appreciate you for you,
Why are you escaping true life?
Is it too much to ask,
What if I was your wife?

It will never matter
what you think,
The confusion that you talk,
will never force me to sink.

I won't change for you,
I will always stay the same.
If you can't accept that,
that is your own shame.

___________________________

This is just a quick, rambling-on poem about my family.
I have a few tattoo's. I have a few piercings. I'm dangerous because I ride a motorcycle. I'm a boy because I ride a motorcycle. I'm a bad "kid" because I moved out of my house at eighteen. I'm a horrible person because I am supporting myself, rather than letting mommy and daddy do so.

Does that make sense to you? Maybe I am the crazy one, but to my best knowledge ...I sound awesome! Living on my own, supporting myself, working two jobs, riding a motorcycle for fun (rather than sitting in a house doing drugs). I would want to get to know me.

Regardless, my family loves to make up stories, and look at situations in a negative light. So, that is how my family feels about me :o)

So you see ...they are oh so very supportive of everything I do. (not) ..But luckily, that is just one side.

I was fed-up and frustrated after a cook-out with the family so this is what I wrote. I know it is nothing amazing, but maybe you can relate? Maybe you feel out of place somewhere? We all do at times. I don't except you will fall in love with this short story/poem, but it came from my heart.

I don't think anyone should change who they are because someone does not accept them. Even if it is your family. I believe in myself, and I have those who do care. I have my own goals and dreams in life, and because they are not yours too, you should deny me as a part of the family?

I'm happy being me.

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