Who'd I wanna be?

People always asked me:
Who'd you wanna be?
A fire-woman! Policewoman!...
Dancer! Singer! .... then nothing.

My father always told me:
Find your one true dream,
something of purpose to follow
to push to strive and prosper.

I didn't, I couldn't, still won't.
Yet endless crafts learned,
overshadowing the studied one.

I can today with certainty state,
from this humble panoramic corner,
that I am successfully complete.

Ultimatum

You punched deep!
You knew you would
you aimed at it to
and you struck me.

You wanted change!
Desperate for hope
that together fate
'd be in your stroke.

So much we made,
So much triumph,
So much we shared.
Did it mean the same?
You casually chattered
the illusion of cheer.
As if what mattered
was piercing my ear.

You wouldn't  bother
considering the bruises.
And you didn't offer
any solution or truces.

You would reduce
all we've been through
to waist and sewer
because it didn't fill you.

Years I've invest
in me and you.
Years I've given
all that I could.

Since, we've been
flammable and fragile.
So we're in a tantrum,
impossible to handle.

I don't want to lose
my perfect man,
I just don't own
happiness for both.

So I will follow you
to where you decide,
I will change our life
according to your cries.

But I will not stay
becoming your pain,
we will not be reason
to your dreams failure.

We cannot be enough!
Of that you were clear.
Never intended we'd be
but feed your spirit.

If you can't depend on us
to improve your days
there's nothing to do
we are but through.

Ain't asier being me

Yes I was lucky,
that doesn't mean
it was easy being me.

Yes, my eyes are rare,
my skin is fair
long wavy hair,
and I am curvy
born in a society
that praised that.
But that doesn't mean
it is easier being me.

Yes, I haven't had
a serious beating
or real threat.
Yes, great parents,
never wanted
while growing up.
But that doesn't mean
it was easier being me.

Yes I've studied,
and never pay for it,
even chose freely.
Good in math matters,
known for my wits
and emotional grasp.
But that doesn't mean
it was easier being me.

Yes, I've married,
I have kids and a job.
Yes, I do carry
pictures on my phone.
I even got to chose
an expensive one.
But that doesn't mean
it was easier being me.

No, I don't know
how hard it was for you.
That is precisely
my expressed idea.
I do know thought
that neither you could,
from your complains
and your bitter vents.
 
I ain't complaining.
Truly, I am fortunate
for all that I am and
know to be thankful.
So stop judging, see,
you don't know me!
And this doesn't mean
it was easier being me.

(Music to be added to the lyrics.)