Imposter
When a Dreamer meets Insomnia: Poems from a first gen Unafraid to pick up a pen
Nor here, nor there
Neither are for me
A faux king once told me
I needed to find an edge
In order to succeed
Unknowing that I walk this earth
Consistently on edge
Fuck what others think
But wait, I’m evaluated
Based on what other
People think
Seek that validation
You’ve got to
Please them
And don’t forget to
Do it with ease
That’s the only way, right?
To know that you’re doing it right?
Otherwise too soft
Or even,
Too rough around the edges
So here I go again,
I have my reasoning
It’s loaded with logic
Backed with knowledge
And then I check it 1 time, 2?
…. 5? 10 times?
When is it too much?
One more time
Just to make sure…
Otherwise they’ll uncover
That I actually don’t belong
Feel like shit is targeted at me
Why?
Have I not shown up?
Yes
Have I not been honest?
Yes
Do I do what I feel
Or do I not,
Sera que soy
Toda impostora?
Syndrome calls me an imposter
Logic tells me otherwise
Got here on my own wits
Hence,
The wise you read in me is no lie
Now,
Got to trust my gut
And just move on
Knowing that ultimately,
I create what is for me
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