By Jason Delcid
People like us, we are self made.
We were handed the stable foundation of someone that we were supposed to be.
Never given opportunities to discover what it means to be yourself.
Standing perfectly to the expectation of acceptance from people you barely know. The cracks simply take over as self-made people grown.
How we understand that we will never be that person someone else expects us to be.
With our sculpted bodies placed on this earth to find different ways of self-discovery and worth.
What we do to prove that we are worthy of one’s holy desire. The construction of the deconstruction of oneself for that feeling of yearning that strives through our minds.
Our bloody bruised hands digging through the concrete of life to uncover the light of the meaning of what we could aspire to be.
We are using what we can to break down the walls of what we are struggling to be.
Some sooner than others will understand how we are the creation from the ribs of the person we assumed we would be.
We were never given a stable foundation like others have. We hid behind the illusion to pretend that our foundation was perfect. It never was for self-made people…
From our own hands we sculpted ourselves with the parts that were given. Mending the cracks and uneven pieces as best as we could.
This foundation may never be our salvation at first. But fixing something that took seconds to break, may take a lifetime to mend.
Even if we were the ones that broke the wooden frames to become ourselves.
People like us, we are self made.
From the flesh of the people we used to be.
Mending our bodies to reveal what we truly mean.
