Proud to Be - Moses Sumney

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