Many ask why do I do this?
Put my scars on the list
Of things I wear on my sleeve.
Why do I hope for things few believe?
Why is my heart so easy for the world to see?
Why is it so easy for me to be me?
My question to you is simply why not?
Why should I not give it all I’ve got?
Why should I not lay all my cards on the table?
And hope and love as though this were a fable ?
Why should I stop all the things that make me…Me?
© Akeem Rowe Kingsinister, 2016