Scribbles

Scribbles

A Poem by Adam Crate

I was made of paper skin, blank and without plans

In pre-school all the little kids ran at me holding crayons


They scribbled on my stark white skin, concealing who I am

I made it out so colorful yet darkened deep within


The gaps of all those squiggles were covered up with paint

By peers who tried to tell me exactly who I ain't


I stumbled into college with my paper skin a smear

They tore my halves and burned my ends, solidifying fear


I arrived in my adulthood with a scrap that held my name

A treasured piece of knowledge but I didn't feel the same


When I collapse and death consumes the small hope that's inside

They will read my eulogy, unaware that others lied

© 2013 Adam Crate


Author's Note

Adam Crate
I was conflicted on using the word "ain't". I ultimately decided it was necessary for the poem as a whole and so I left it in there.

Thanks for reading.

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A very, very interesting perspective! The way you were able to express a complex reality in such a simple, unique way is completely superb!

Posted 7 Years Ago


Adam Crate

7 Years Ago

Thank you for the positive review!
A splendid read and write...Thank you for penning...:)

Posted 7 Years Ago


Adam Crate

7 Years Ago

Thanks, I appreciate it.
Sami Khalil

7 Years Ago

You are welcome...:)
The sad truth of life, and well captured. You can try as you might to be who you are, but a part of you will always be what others see you as.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Adam Crate

7 Years Ago

Thanks for the review.

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Added on October 7, 2013
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Tags: poem, poetry, prose, paper, skin, life, evolution, thought, growth, growing up, child, adult, peer, death, scribble, paint, color

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Adam Crate
Adam Crate

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I apply my words like an artist applies art to a canvas. I'm currently 22 years old and in the process of exploring the world, one place at a time. You can find more of my writing here: http://theg.. more..

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