Proud to Be

A black bunk bed

Once belonged to me

Body built of sticks and stones

And potential energy

I laid alone

On the bottom sheets

So I kept a sense of absence

Above me when asleep

Singing oh

When I grow

The legacy left to me

Won't leave me low

Sweet seeds I sow

So memory's remedy

Is a crumb of hope

I'll be proud to be

Part of me

Probably proud of me

Proud to be

Proud to be

Part of me

Probably proud of me

As a grown clone

Can I be beautiful

Beige as Cali suburbs

Sameness is fatal

Sleep with no doubt

Of who's forgiven you

But can I forgive myself

For being myself too

Now

That I've grown

The legacies kept from me

Have left me low

My only hope's

That younger me

Is hungry for a sick joke

He's not

Proud to be

Part of me

Probably not

Proud of me

Proud to be

Part of me

Probably not

Proud of Me

Proud to be

Part of me

Probably not

Proud of me

Proud to be

Part of me

Probably not

Proud of Me