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Who am I at inception?
Says my reflection
Am I the past, present or future?
Am I an evolution of nature?
Am I a human or a god?
Am I the mystery against the odd?
Am I real or not?
Or am I just fragment of thoughts?

Aye!! Aye!! Aye!!
I am a soul with a dream
Stitched within a medoly seam
I am the hidden treasure of earth
Where I originated from birth
I am the pieces of discovery
Before I bore a victim of robbery
I am the heartbeat of creation
Solving the puzzle of my question
I am the compass of beauty
Covering the scars that made me guilty
I am the imagination of fore wind
knowing what my future might bring
I am a symbol of infinity
Crafting out the counsel of Divinity
I am ageless and fearless
I am colorless and flawless

Alas!! Alas!! Alas!!
I‘ve neither black or white surface
Yet my blood is trapped in a race
Why do my hair traced me back to my root?
Why do skin tell the tales of truth?
why am I a memory men mourn?
hiding like a buried arches of diamond
Why do I find myself in critic of humanity?
Where lives are filtered in reality
Why do I cage my own body like prison?
To shape shift for society reasons
why do I let my tears stain my dress?
Making me a mistress in distress
Why am I the missing link of this illusion?
Where my broken legs chase perfection

Ohhh!!!!
Heart beating for miracle written
Mind spinning for way of healing
So I became what faith chose what I be
As time close its bars against me
I cast my Kindred dust to dust
Oozing my pain from what was lost

Come!!, I am a well of wisdom
I've drown my Imposter syndrome
I am a winter during my spring
Launching every tune I ring
I am a remedy to a scornful heart
Living in the mind of wild cast
I am a seed that blooms and thrive
As i rode on the wave of life
I am a bank of raw riches
Saving up the stitches of my wishes
I am the voice of the unknown
Speaking the truth I‘ve known
I am a song of endless praise
That will be sang in thousands years
I am destined for greatness
For all you see is my brightness

Now!
I am the hero of my story
I am the crown of its glory
I am the living word in a world
I am the hidden ink behind the walls
I am the priceless art of talent
I am the saint that can't relent
I am a writing of old
I am a beckoning to behold
I am the rhythm of this rhyme
I am that I am













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