Too Many People

By: Maya Nover

| Red spider lily |

What kind of a beast am I? 

Why am I not foretold? 

Have I been hiding 

Was I not bold? 

Too many people 

Know my face 

They know who they think I am 

Tied up in lace 

I am the roots 

Breaking the concrete 

Not the flowers 

Growing on the tree 

Too many people 

Know my name 

I know who they think I am 

And I am much too tame 

My rage is subtle 

Like a draft in the window 

But I know it's there 

At least I think so

Too many people 

Know my voice 

They know what they think I whisper 

As if I had a choice 

I am not made for comfort 

I was made to scream 

To bellow my heart out 

But I'm muffled it seems 

Too many people 

Know my courtesy 

I know what they think is decorum 

And I am much too compliant 

I was made to rebel 

To speak my mind 

To shake people up 

Not to just be "kind"