Deem me blinded–totally blinded,
if that means I am impartial and do not see
how you judge people by their skin color,
by their jobs, by what or who they believe in,
by their way of life–which is still not final–
which is still growing as they come to know the world
for what it is, as they break their own shells & bravely take-on
the unknown–the one that you are afraid of experiencing, as
you are imprisoned by what you believe should be.
Call me foolish–definitely foolish,
if that means that I dare to see what the other side looks like,
far from the steeples of that which you dwell in, far from that which you call
home–I do not have a structure to call home, I am at home where I plant my feet,
where my freedom does not tarnish anyone else’s, where I breathe and feel alive–
that could be anywhere but where you box me, letting me breathe
only through the punctured holes which you call ‘life’–this is not living,
at least from the perspective of being inside.
Brand me rebellious–completely rebellious,
if that means I leave myself room for mistakes and errors,
to feel more human because my mind realized that it was lacking in perfection,
that the pursuit of perfection was unending as long as my feet tread the earth,
that the journey was a worthy one, but the realization that I am a human being,
not a human doing, allows me to be who I am, allows me to be just me,
allows me to be.