I Am, I Am

I am the seed of yesterday, today and now I am me, not him, for I am me I am the growth of my very self, for I am the age and rein of my time I am dark, I am black, I am a man made by God and molded by a woman I am the master of my own creation But; I am lost in the trek, because I am limping, I am sleeping I am wondering and trembling in the valley of my dreams, screaming at the top of my tongue, to connect with the reverence of my echo. Presently, I am found and awake from my trek! dwelling in the valley of creativity and tremendousness, for: I am the blood, I am the inspiration, I am the mind, I am the hand and the tongue that rages away the lightning of fear in my inspiration, Therefore; I shall think, feel, write and speak like a immortal being, who fears no weakness nor sickness; For; am who I am ‘I am an absolute black creator'.