Who am I?
A question that has burden man since the dawn of time
Before I can write a about myself I must ask myself that.
I am man hear me rawer, I am man hear me snore
I bleed the same, I cry, I blame, I fear, I tear, I am a man,
I live my days I learn in ways from what you say and how it faze
It sinks right into me, so I am not just me; I'm made of them and thee
Yes you, her, him and everyone makes my identity
I learn I grow I see you all deep inside of me.
A whole planet full of loving souls barred deep within.
I take my brush and I start to paint them feelings hidden in.
I make it art for all to see my eternal majesty.
Yes this is who I think I am a painter of your dreams.
I take a star and though it far then wish upon a star
I hope my mind goes just as far so I can raise the bar
A poet yes I see I am but that is not just all
I have a list of talents and haven't seen them all
Sometimes I forget just who I am and what I can do right
Sometimes I forget that I can write, write, write, WRITE!!!
Despite the fact I grew up slow and I couldn't even write
Now I can stand up strong and Recite
Who I am…