They told me to pray for you.
They told me to wear my Sunday best so I would be seen by you.
They told me to calm down, to play perfection.
But you never came.
They tell me to hustle away the loneliness.
They tell me I must kiss all the frogs.
They tell me I must show off these goods of mine.
They tell me to lie.
But they don’t see me.
And they don’t know you.
I will wait loudly and softly, washed in laughter and in tears.
And I will hustle after my dreams.
And I will let my hair blow wild and imperfect.
And I will love those around me bigger and wider and deeper, just so I can breathe.
You’re in a place,
Somewhere beautifully in between,
Waiting for me,
To stop listening to anyone resembling they.
You’ve been waiting for me,
To simply get real.