As I am.
Words by Jitro Timbang
Who would’ve I have been?
I imagine a cup of warm milk shared with my father in the morning.
I imagine the art work that I’ve scribbled framed up on the wall, mama big proud of me at only yea tall.
I imagine memories with my brother and sisters as I gain consciousness of the world without and within.
I imagine the multi-verses where my childhood allowed me to be a kid, not a child forced into adulting.
Who would’ve I have been had I handpicked the events of my upbringing?
Perhaps these thoughts wouldn’t have made it on my mind at all—perhaps: my mind wouldn’t be as sophisticated like so.
That wouldn’t have been much fun, I don’t think.
So never mind, no—I’ll take me as I am: broken and healing.
September 15th, 2024 — 3:40pm.
