Who am I?
Well I really don't know
I don't like being whom … or what my parents named me.
I mean who wants to be Sebie Turay seriously.
I'd rather be someone else
Like maybe Elizabeth
But you know I'm stuck in this overweight body.
Fucking candy messing me up
I run on the power of nothing but coffee,
And three hours of sleep.
I love to eat and yet I hate to eat.
I love to dance yet I can't.
I love to sing but it's just a thing.
I love to write the words just flow.
I know I'm goanna be famous
So there is no need to be modest.
My room is very messy but I hate clutter.
I hate when people chew loudly, mouths open or close
I hate when people walk slow but I enjoy a good stroll.
I am filled when endless things of what I dislike, like, or hate.
But me being fucked up it changes from day to day.
I'm very polite, kind, joyful and loving.
But catch me on a bad day and I might kill you
I sometimes hear voices and they tell me odd things.
Like I'm not loved and I should let them have their way.
But for some reason I think these voices are bad.
I never know why but they make me insanely mad.
And then I am in pain and everything is broken.
I guess it's just a thing in my head that's broken
It's ticking funny
Making all these things happen
My doctor says he can fix it
But I don't care
This awkward ticking in me makes me special
And I enjoy being different
Cause I am goanna be famous
So who cares?
So who am I?
Right know I am the girl who is too tall, a black who loves rock music
I am Masebie Fatemah Turay
But you can call me,
Or better yet don't fucking call me….I am sleeping.
This is the story of a girl who ticks awkwardly. This is how I survived.