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.