Who am I? One of those psychopaths in a world full of drones, That really weird one who is not left, right nor center, The one who sits upside down with the weight of the world on his shoulders, Who am I? That afro-caribbean misfit, The one prediposed to prejudice, That stuck-on wallpaper thats hard to remove, That vacuum that sucks it all in but finds it hard to let it out, I am he who wanted to grow up quickly, That one who loves too deeply, The dreamer who remains enchanted, The quiet who speaks only when spoken to, The observer and discerner with many misdemeanors, I am that stranger who is near but always far away, The one whose emotions crashes like the thunderous waves of Buff Bay, He who appears to be simple yet complexed, That geek with the pensive face who always seems to be vex, I am the leaper, pessimistic doubter, The one who only seeks to be better, I am he who has not yet found himself, That adventurer without a map, The galavanting headless horse, The armoured yet passive, He who seeks refuge in pen and paper, I am he whose mind lives among the stars, Whose imperfect body shows the war torn scars, That Jamaican who is not really Jamaican, The anxious and depressed, He who was once heavily suppressed, The erratic yet the calm, Like both the brunt and the eye of the storm, I am who I am, I am who I choose to be, Your words, thoughts and hypotheses cannot define me, They are irrelevent, The nerd, chato, psycho, Make your critique, Baseless words cannot easily change me, Call me the Hunchback of Notre Dame, I bend, but I dont break; not anymore I fall but I get back up, My superpowers of wisdom and humility, You might easily misinterpet for shame and crazy, My worth is more than your physical eye can see, My aim as far as the lightyears beyond human reach, My toil; like an arrow shooting across the cosmic sea, I am not sure where to go, But there is one thing I do know, My path is mine to choose, My Zen; my dao, Like the tributary that forms the deep rivers, The meanders; my imperfetions, The sweet waters; my humanity, Reaching out to meet the great blue sea, So shall I one day be, I am that boy from a small town of 6,000 Almost 6,000km away from home, Here in foreign lands I roam, Writing my way through the great unknown.
Posted on: Fri, 06 Jun 2014 02:12:18 +0000
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