Okay, my babies, real talk for a minute…and this may be long.
There are people whom I love.
There are people whom I respect.
There are people whom I admire.
There are people whom I smile and nod at but don’t really listen to.
There are people who can’t really tell me anything because I judge them as hypocrites.
There are people whom I can’t talk to because I know they will only give me pat answers.
There are people who only seem to exist in order to hurt me over over and over.
There are people whom I can’t tell anything real to because they cannot be trusted.
And yet…
There are people
Sometimes there are people
Put into my life
Put into my world
Willing to climb my walls
Swim my moats
Breach my defenses
And see me
The real me
Not the princess
Not the child
not the little girl jumping up and down
spinning around
And clapping her hands
But ME
broken
hurt
scarred
betrayed
Yet longing
to love
to care
To be used
To put her arms
Around the world
And save it
These people
They see ME
The hills I climb
The wounds I bear
And the ways I break myself off
part by part
piece by piece
In order to be loved
Just for a moment
Not everyone can, you know.
Depending on who you are
you might see me as a clown
A cheerleader
A Prima Dona
Someone who does everything to excess
Someone who who wants her own crown
And then
And then
And then
For a moment
There comes someone
Just for a moment
who sees
Who really sees
Past the giggles
And the squeals
and the whispers
And the hair flips
And loves the Me
The real ME
of me
And I listen
Really listen
Because them
I can love
And respect
And admire
and trust
Even when everything else
Is falling apart