Being Real

Firm beliefs of reality, all seem very glimm to me
Whatever happened to trust, care, responsibility
Why can’t we have trust and honesty

When I speak my mind, I am labeled rude
In reality, I absorb all of my surroundings, as I would soul food

My facial expressions tell all, my emotions run deep
When I feel nothing need be said, I am quiet, not one little peep

In a crowd, I would stand out like a soar thumb
When others are “Entertained” by singers that scream, I am relaxed by
the mellowness of a hum.

My spirit runs free, like a falling leaf in the wind
Only me, myself, and I could be best friends

Not being conceded or stuck on myself, just laying down the facts
In life people can act real funky, and I ain’t got time for that


Kru-Shal/1998