i like to think that i'm an easy to get along with person.  i do what i need to do and what i'm told.  i'm not difficult really.  i just don't understand it sometimes.  i will bend over backwards for people but it's like who cares about me. 

i don't disrespect anyone, unless you disrespect me first.  i know an eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind but i'm not going to give someone something they don't give me.

i let things go.  i bury them inside.  and then i explode. 

i warn everyone.  sometimes it's not like an air raid siren.  mostly it's subtle.

push me, that's fine.  i'll move.  keep pushing and i'll shove you right back. 

you are not better than me.  you are human, like me.  if i cut you, you'll bleed just like me.  so why do you think that i am below you?  you are just like me... j u s t   l i k e   m e.

i need equality.  it's not a want.  it's the libra in me.  (although i've never been one to believe in the stars.)

and maybe the way you treat me is to push me to better myself.  to make me a better person.  how can i be a better person if i can't stand you? 

push me.  push me.  i'll knock you on your ass because i do the best i can do and i'm sorry if my best isn't good enough for you.  it's good enough for me...and the rest of us.  give me all your tasks and chores and wait for me to fail, unfinish, even though that's half the battle.  i try. i try. i try.  

and if that isn't enough for you...please read miss angelou's work...because just like dust...i'll rise.

03/18/2007

Posted on 09/22/2008
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