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, 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