Idenity
Who will I be?
Would a bird be able to see?
Will my life end up on glee?
There is love in the air, but I have none to spare.
I was born in Baltimore,
Where the Ravens play, and the cops shoot in broad day.
My story doesn’t start there though.
Does it start when I was 14 flipping pizza dough?
No.
It started when I first came to Indian Creek in 6th grade
The school was small, air was clean, and the walls were a pale color.
There wasn’t many who looked like me
For this could be who I destined to be.
A dark skin boy who had everything to learn
A friend who would do anything to not let the bridges burn.
Only to not know what he would turn into in return.
I had fun in Middle School
I had friends, good grades and a social life.
What was I missing?
My identity.
I was torn between acting my color or acting like my environment.
What if who we are in the moment depends on who are around us at that time.
I wish I would have realized this before I spent countless nights pass 12.
Looking for who I was, when that doesn’t matter
All that mattered, was who I was in the moment.
You can be many things
A baller with a big ring
Or a comedian with funny memes.
I am Devin, a guy who lives and loves in the moment.
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