Questions

I've always wondered, what would I be if I were different?
What if I had blonde hair and blue eyes?
What if I was the athlete to take the world by storm?
What if I treated my women like they aren't worth anything?
Would they love me? I mean, women love bad boys right?
So they must love the way they get treated...or am I wrong?
Am I wrong? Am I...am I happy? If I were different, would
I be happier? What if...what if I just accepted myself?
What if I already accepted myself? I don't know, questions.
I mean, who am I to be intelligent? Who am I to have benevolence?
Who am I to deserve love?  Who am I to work to perform above
The norm? What if I'm not norm...al? What if my arguments are formal?
Do I deserve to be on top? Do I deserve to be somewhere better than
Where I am right now? But what if I have the wrong understanding to
Cause a misunderstanding in my analogy? Who am I not to be smart?
Who am I not to be the best I can be off a single proposed prophecy that
States: Who am I not to rise to the top? Who am I not to say forget statistics
Because I've never been one to be defined by the definition statistics define me as.
Who am I not to clench my fists, leaving a single finger protruding in the middle of
My hand? I have every right to be the best I can be because I am me. I am me...
I am, I don't know, it's just questions.

~Kai Alexander Means