Lies reverberate
inside my head
as a familiar concert
Negative
Degrading
Hurtful
Lies
Comments said in days gone by
become the station I tune in today
I watch
old stories dance in time,
linking arms with new experiences
pulling those fresh faces
onto a dance floor
coated with poison
The songs are
always the same:
I’m not good enough
I’m not smart enough
I’m not … enough
Why do I continue to play
these dissonant melodies?
Do these sad sounds
somehow bring me comfort
with their familiar tune?
Because
this chorus
is filled
with lies
and
I need to stop
replaying the verses.
New experiences must
lead a contemporary tango
What I hear and know today must
become the orchestral swell
I am enough
Just as I am
Just for who I am
Just because I am
me.
Old stories,
Old comments,
are played-out tunes
no longer welcome in this dance hall.
It’s time for new music
a new melody
a new dance
and to stop listening to the lies
Know My Worth 