Autobiography of Someone Else

Autobiography of Someone else

I think I started out as me

But sadly I didn’t fit          

So they made me someone else

But a nobody really

Because although we keep trying

Only God can make a person

So I’m still me inside

Very still inside –hiding

Till the day I can escape

       And I wish I hadn’t let them

       I wish it hadn’t gone wrong

       I wish I hadn’t let them

       I wish that I’d been strong

They changed my features

So my face fitted in

Wrapped me in social fetters

Took the smile off my face

Put me in my place

A place that never felt like mine

I used to say things:

They hit me

I used to ask questions:

They hit me again

The last thing I said

They laughed at

I fell silent

       And I wish I hadn’t let them

       I wish it hadn’t gone wrong

       I wish I hadn’t let them

       I wish that I’d been strong

Maybe I’ll be broken

Live a quiet death of respectability

Maybe the grace that comes to some

Will come to me and I’ll become a saint

All I know is that now my heart still beats

Very faintly with its original pulse

It may become love

It may become hate

But unless I am freed

I will come either as a prophet or an angel of death

And I will tear down the walls of your city

         And you’ll wonder where it went wrong

         And you’ll wish I  hadn’t grown strong  

                                                                                                   10/2006