Don't Cry Your Saltwater Tears For Me

Don't cry your salt water tears for me
And shake the sand out of your hair
You can hear the ocean calling from the seashells of your ears
Treading water
Letting the waves crash over you
Letting the seaweed tangle your hair
Don't go under

Don't cry your salt water tears for me
And watch the tide come and go.
People are like the tide
They are there,
And then they aren't
But the water will always be there

Don't cry your saltwater tears for me
And press your feet into the sand
Let the waves carry you to your castle
Carrying away your footprints with them
Trace your name in the sand
Let it be washed away
That is how easy it is to break us
All you have to do is erase

Don't cry your salt water tears for me
And hold your head up high
Watch the sun sink into the ocean
Tell yourself it's okay to cry.

Question

Who dared question the way things were run?
Would we want to go back?
And undo what was done?
Who questioned the wrongs we did?
And who requested a change?
The people who did it are those,
Who questioned if the would could ever stay the same.

What Do You See When You Look At Me?

What do you see
When you look at me?
Do you see just another girl?
Standing up here,
Trying to be heard?
Trying to be noticed?
Trying to figgure out who she is?
I don't know what I want to be.
What do you see
When you look at me?

What do you see
When you look at me?
Do you see a poet?
Who is trying to put
Everything she feels
Into a few words?
Who is learning to weave her words
Into something that will make people listen?
Who is learning that people are capable of great good
But also great evil.
And is struggling to find the words to tell others
That people can be good.
They can.
I don't know what I want to be.
What do you see
When you look at me?

What do you see
When you look at me?
Do you see athlete?
Even though I am writing poetry?
Do you see football player?
Do you see black belt?
Do you see lacrosse player?
Do you see my strength?
Do you see my refusal to be hurt?
Do you see my aggressiveness?
I had to learn to be aggressive but still have feelings,
Still write poetry.
I can be both,
But people tell me I have to choose.
I don't know what I want to be.
What do you see
When you look at me?

What do you see
When you look at me?
Do you see musician?
Do you see cellist?
Do you see clarinetist?
Do you see singer?
Even though I play football?
Do you see the song in my head?
The music dancing behind my eyes?
Do you hear the beat I am always singing along to?
I was told I have to choose.
Football or my music.
I don't know what I want to be.
What do you see
When you look at me?

What do you see
When you look at me?
If you see just another girl,
Trying to be heard,
Then you haven't been listening.
Because I am
So,
Much,
More.
But the truth behind it is,
I don't know what I want to be.
I am what you see
When you look at me.