12/18 "Him and I"

I mourn him because he is not me

He is he

And I am I 

His hair curls

And mine is straight 

If I am not him 

Then what am I?

Maybe I wasn’t born right 

My hair was supposed to curl like his

I was supposed to stand tall like him 

I was supposed to have a love like his 

But he is he 

And I am I 

I mourn myself because I am not him 

My clothes don’t fit me 

Like they do him

His voice is his

And my voice is mine 

If I am a him

What type of him am I?

When people look at me

What sort of him do they see?

If I am to live

What kind of man will I be?