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'.