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.