Becoming

by Kami Andridge


This is for the creators.
This is for the dreamers.
This is for the crack whore living 3 blocks over.
This is for your mom.
This is for the ragamuffins and the wanderers.
This is for you.

Be.

This is for the kid with nowhere to go.
He doesn’t have a worry or a home.
He sits and things and dreams.
He watches movies and plays video games and plays music music music.
He takes drugs to find himself,
to improve himself,
to ignore himself.
To be.

This is for the student living off ramen and those Frosted Cheerios.
The one learning what real life is and what still lives are.
He questions
Is this real?
and
Why is this so still?
He learns to revel in beauty,
to search for form,
to pause for joy.
He lives to be.

We’ll all be someday.
Be something.
Be somewhere.
Be someone.
Nothing?
Some say that is still something.

Be.
Loud and obnoxious.
Brave and courageous.
Be beautiful and strong.


With that quiet voice and gentle soul be imaginative.
Be questioning.
Be a rebel.
Be a lover.
Be a revolutionary.
Be a starving artist living in a
run down studio apartment who doesn’t care because it is
so simple and still and wonderful.

Be a 5 year old with a
64 pack of Crayola Crayons and an afternoon in an
empty white room.

Be the next social reformer.
Be the next super model or
the next super star rock ‘n roller.

Be.

Be whatever.
Be something.
Be nothing.
Be brilliant and let your soul shine.
Be, and know that
You have been, you are, and you will become.