Tell me about me-
I want to hear all you know
All about me.
Do I command this room with a whisper?
Or is there a power to my voice? It it soft or sharp?
Am I beautiful?
Or just merely pretty?
Or not at-all in your eyes-
Is my garden full of red roses or white lilies?
And did I keep the thorns?
Am I cold or warm? Inside and out?
Do I avoid eye-contact on the streets
Because I’m a bitch? Or just painfully shy?
Do I sigh out of boredom?
Or does it come place someplace different?
Someplace even I can’t reach?
Do I tear up in my right eye
Because it’s more sensitive to the cold and wind?
Or does it know a painful secret
The left one doesn’t?
Do I stare at the sky because I’m flighty and detached?
Or maybe I sympathize with something so
So taken for granted- because really,
When was the last time you actually looked at the sky?
Tell me, please,
Because I really want to know-
All you know, so please-
Tell me what you know about me.