Finding my voice (a poem)

I am soft

I am rough

My words flow

Yet I am silent.

I am harsh

I am sweet

I am rude, but my vibe flows deep.

I am awake

I am sleep

I am the vibe that enters your head and won’t let you think.

I am caring

I am daring

I am dumb

I am smart.

I am nice

I’m too mean

I’m a bit too much

Yet never what you expect.

I am complex

I am never right.

I’m always right where I need to be.

I follow the rules

I break the rules.

I create my rules,

And still follow your rules.

Whenever you hear that song, yea, that one.

You’re reminded of my smile.

You’re reminded of the last time you felt that way.

I am the flow

I am the energy.

I am the whole. entire. experience.

Yet where is my voice?

Lost in the crowded thoughts of your expectations of me?

Floating around the space between the waiting and the wanting.

Words that flow through the space above,

are the words of mine. There is my voice.

There is where I find myself.

Thinking.

Being.

Living.

Where is my voice, you ask?

It was underneath your expectations of me.

-Momma Naturalista