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