I am
I am
I am a son
a brother
something different completely other
an amalgamation of love
a pool of hate
And melancholy's incarnate.
I am at all times at the brink ready to drown
I suffer
I smile
Sometimes I am nature
one with the wild
Shooting stars and the ones that twinkle
I will some day grow grey old becoming one with my wrinkles
I am my scars
My tattoos
My hair
my shoes
As ugly curly and beaten as they all may be
I am these words that you have started read
I am a long variable list of things
Bipolar
Depressed
Black
Ghetto
Even though some don't like to admit it
I am a human being
And I feel the weight of emotions
Swaying like waves in the ocean
Currents heading towards the sun on the skyline
I am my hurt
My pain
I am my name
I was once a father but that is a story for another day
But above all else I am me
A product of my culture
A product of racial mixing
And bombs ticking for the day
That I am comfortable enough in my skin to explode
Loud and proud that am what I am
Black
Proud
Scarred
And scared for the future
I am me Nicholas B
Or lucky if you will.
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