to be me

could never bring myself
to call them whores,
they were just doin' what I was doin'
givin' what they had,
hopin' somehow
to be, someday, free;
they were always friends
to me, they whispered soft
and low, and to this day
I can't remember how much
it showed, that they were
just foolin' me,
in their struggle to be free,
or how much I was foolin' them
as I just continued
to be me.

June 7, 2009.

Copyright © 2009, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.

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