Claire Seymour/Poem

I taught myself 

How to read and write and juggle numbers 

How to make beautiful music and speak beautiful words 

How to talk so others laugh and talk so others listen 

How to rise up and fight for your vision to be realized 

How to love 

How to lie 

How to suffer the consequences 

''And how to die with grace. ''

I'm proud 

Not always of what I've done 

But of how I did it 

I care not for the approval of others, and yet 

There is one last thing I need to learn 

A selfish thing 

I will teach myself how to be remembered.