TO BE ME

I hammered the chisel again and again
As I chipped away at that person within.

The person within that big block of stone
The person whose face resembled my own.

The chips that fell were that part of me
I did not want that person to be.

I hammered the chisel again and again
As I chipped away at that person within.

I had to yell stop, as that block became thin
If I had not, I would not have been.

I would not have been the person you see
I would not have been the person called me.

© Darryl Scroggins 2000

NOTE: The sculpture above was done by the
uncle of a friend of mine. After I saw it
this poem came to me.