Little //draft

Little I am
with hands that can't lift much
eyes that don't see much
Will I be enough for you
I wonder
if you've got enough patience to stay
I know I say a lot
speak all loud
all bold
all warrior-like
Like a King
or a Tubman
But oft' times
I be broken
be trying to make sense of it all
be trying to make it through the day
locked inside my head
searching for rewind buttons
I won't ever find
Can't even stand erect most times
rather be off my feet
find a quiet space
sit and think
mellow
let life
thoughts
opinions
arguments
point of views
assumptions
wash all over me
Leave me bare
cradle me in intangible palms
Silence fall
Stillness

Little I am
with hands that can't lift much
eyes that don't see much
Will I be enough for you
I wonder