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One of Seven Billion


Somedays I know who I am

'Well, obviously I am Devin Stewart'

And in the moment, it means everything-

"Devin Stewart:

Noun - A Black kid who's gonna be something one day;

He'll go to college, and solve the world's problems"

 

But then I think...

I don't know what that means;

"Devin Stewart"

All I hear is a common name

Of a common person

With a common life

 

And I think some more...

My name belongs to plenty of others

So that makes me one of many

One of thousands, maybe millions

And then I think about it

And I'm one of seven billion

 

One of seven billion

 

And I think some more...

So what identity do I deserve?

This question runs around my head

I think and I think and I think and I think

And it becomes clear

I'm just here

 

But then I think...

"What if I wasn't here?"

Then there'd be 6, 999, 999, 999 people instead of seven billion

Then it becomes apparent to me

Even though seven billion is a big number

It still needs my 1 to be whole

 

I know who I am

"I am Devin Stewart"

My identity is that I am part of something bigger

A unique and necessary fragment of a larger picture

And without me

It wouldn't be the same

 

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