DoUCMe

I know when I can see my true self. When and how will I know if others do, too

I am there blanketed covered.
IT is not my birthday.
The shroud is a prison
with no visitors to come
To come and see whether I am ok
or truly am as how I said I was
My eyes they are dark, blank, stare with Care
Careful looks not giving way
to intents & purposes
I don’t know why I can’t reach the surface
Of who I am
what I was
what I will be
To me, to Thee, and He, hes, theys, and shes
My mouth moves deliberation spilling,
thrilling those in whispered earshot
Can u know what’s real
when I lay down ink from my quill.
It is how I listen
Hear
It is how I Touch
Feel
It’s the scent of WOMAN
IT is THE TASTE OF AMbitION
IT is THE ROAD CHOSEN WHEN DETOURS LED NOWHERE.

https://soundcloud.com/xandria-mcqueen/doucme-mp3?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing&si=e899418d8f114f9694d9920aca19c621

Reviews

[Brad Dehler]

Really like the name. DoUCMe. Dark eyes, frenetic- running and pacing. interesting. I like how you put a soundcloud clip at the bottom. i will listen to that.... Road chosen when detours led nowhere. Yes that human quandary- quite right. Whispered earshot, love the descriptions. Bravo