Is It Really about Me?

I arrive to see everyone, I greet you all.

As I walk away to greet the others, I notice you turn away, with an eyeroll.

I make my rounds, greeting everyone, you smile , a half smile.

Moments later I catch a glimps in my peripheral, you looking me up and down, head to toe and as you slowly look me toe to head, our eyes lock, you quickly try to cover your scowl. 

You try, the scowl into a smile into a laugh; fake, I caught you. I ask, “girl you good”. 

You try to laugh it off, but too late , I caught you.  Hating on me for what?

My clothes, nothing fancy.

My shoes, at least they are comfy.

My hair, if you can’t grow it..buy it!

My style, comfy chic.

My confidence, my energy, my vibe? Oh that, sorry this can’t be emulated nor duplicated for I was born with this.

Surppressed for years, life brought it back, experieinces brought it up.

You cannot embrace, nor ignite the gifts you truly have because you are too busy whispering, side-eyeing, scowling, eye-rolling, fake smiling, and staring me down, top to bottom and bottom to top. 

you can’t rise, because you can’t fix your problems for you are too busy making one of those problems….. me being me and enjoying this life of mine.

Am I the problem, is it really about me?

If it is,, it’s because you made it this way.

Peace