Absolute True Colors

The revision of a 2012 poem that is pretty melodramatic for that point in my life in hindsight. Nice to look back on as a venting session. Revisions done were word choice and enjambments.

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I am me.
I am myself.
I am I.
I'm surrounded by many
who don't understand 
these words. 
They aren't blind 
to the principal of this.
They only ignore this 
with the stubbornness 
of a spoiled child.
For they pretend
to walk through fog
like they were color blind. 
My color is one 
they choose to block
from their view.
I am here.
I am myself.
Just like night and day are
only night and day 
because they cannot be questioned.
They live in a world where they are the sun 
and I am pushed light years 
into the false unknown.
But that is not the world 
I laugh, 
be, 
and breathe in.
I live in the world 
where the sun moves 
the earth and all planets.
Where I breeze 
through the struggles 
of just transitioning from day to day. 
Where I coyly brush off 
the ignorant peers who haven't 
outgrown their shoe size.

I live in the world
where I move through clear weather 
and I am omniscient 
to the feelings of those surrounding me.
Where I create things that are all
or nothing but still exist to evolve. 
Where I grow not to act 
but to be stern 
and tall like a tree.
Where I will have blossomed 
and then dissolved into the nature 
of all life—my purpose fulfilled.
So they can pretend 
to not see true color. 
They can live in a world 
where cartoons jumps out of TVs, 
clouds rain food, and houses
are made out of stardust.
I will be in the world 
that I, you, they, and everyone
was born into.
For father time waits 
for no one and will never be 
bothered by any of this.
So I will advance 
quickly to keep up 
with him as each year increases.

I am me. I am myself. I am I.
Even if you don't acknowledge my colors
time will continue to tick, 
earth will keep on turning, 
and things will continue to change.
Like a mirror reflects what you see 
as fact. For night and day are 
absolute. As so are my colors.
If they think 
I have committed a crime 
then I say "check the mirror before speaking" 
If I have committed a crime 
then accusations of guilt 
hold no power here 
for I feel none of it.
Shameless I am 
and proud of it.

I am me.
I am myself.
I am I.
My colors are fact.
My colors are absolute. 
Nothing more or less.
For finally there is no question 
to my existence 
only the fact 
that I am here.

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