I know what I can do,
And I know what I can become.
Or, I don’t know what I can become.
I know what I can do,
But I don’t know what I can become.
I only know it’s great.
And I need you to see my magic.
I need you to bring out the magic in me.
There are so many feelings that want out.
So much that has to be said.
So many people that need to be touched.
And I know I can do it.
I just have to believe in me first.
I just need you to believe in me first.
My entire being is so packed with emotions:
- of love and responsibility for those I care for;
- of bitterness and resentment toward those that have betrayed me;
- of frustration and even despair toward those who can but won’t make the change.
And people don’t understand.
They want me to be normal.
They are afraid to let me shine.
They know, as well as I, what I can do.
But if they let me,
No-one is going to see their new clothes or listen to their party-stories anymore.
If they would enable me to shine,
It would mean that they didn’t have anything to bring to the table anymore.
And surely,
That would freak anyone out.
But sometimes,
For me,
From my point of view,
Being who I am and all,
It just gets to be too much,
Too many feelings,
Too much responsibility,
Too many pigeon-holes to try to fit into.
And that’s when my being starts to expand,
First growing within me,
Then growing so much it tries to grow out of me!
And it feels like I’m about to explode!
I end up screaming,
Crying
And cursing
because there’s nowhere for me to go.
Nowhere I can fit.
Nowhere I can be me.
If I’m lucky, as I’ve been once,
I’m able to keep all these emotions in,
Until one day,
Someone assumes that I don’t know the law because I have a non-Swedish physical appearance.
And I explode!
All up in that old racist hag’s face!
I even shoved her.
And I screamed at her.
I am Swedish!
And I was so proud.
So darling, if you want to see me shine,
if you want me to be all that I can be,
If you see the strength in me,
The light in me,
Just stand by me.
Don’t question.
Don’t push.
You may think I move slow,
But you will always see me moving,
You will never see me stop.
torsdag 23 juli 2009
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