They don’t see me
I live in the shadow of her memory
When I speak, it’s her words they hear
I scream I plead; I rage against them
There is nothing; it’s futile to try.
I am not her living memory – I am me
She was once, but now I am
Not dishonoring her, I am just me
Plainly underestimated
Obviously ignored
I carry my torch; I have too
She didn’t teach me to follow
She didn’t want me to mimic her
Let me go – let me be me
Let me rage outside of her shadow
LGK – 18 Nov 2003