Proud to Be

A black bunk bed Once belonged to me Body built of sticks and stones and potential energy I laid alone On the bottom sheets So I kept a sense of absence above me when asleep Singing oh When I grow The legacy left to me won't leave me low Sweet seeds I sow So memory's remedy's a crumb of hope I'll be proud to be Part of me Probably proud of me Proud to be Part of me Probably proud of me As a grown clone Can I be beautiful Beige as Cali suburbs Sameness is fatal Sleep with no doubt Of who's forgiven you But can I forgive myself For being myself, too? Now That I've grown The legacies kept from me have left me low My only hope's That younger me is hungry for a sick joke He's not Proud to be Part of me Probably not Proud of me Proud to be Part of me Probably not Proud of Me Proud to be Part of me Probably not Proud of me Proud to be Part of me Probably not Proud of Me