Who? What are you?

#Who_What_are_you? Confused and trapped inside my little self, your questions exacerbated my confusion, wished I answered better, but I was lost too, inside. Emotional abnormalities, some would think I suffered bipolar, knowing not the extent of my suffering, I was just unplugged from making meaning of who or what I was Zooming out of friendships, conversations, crowds and relationships, wished specialist may fed my saroundings with better meanings, for I failed, tired from being unable, tired from being not understood, by myself too. Who or what you are? Please don't ask In me answers reside not but more similar questions piles up, daily, think my brains are to blow, wanna return to my mother's womb, maybe there, no one would ask me anything but then I'm here, who or what am I? After 29 years of abject confusion and disorientation, a user manual shoved into my vision, to navigate myself to my lifelong questions. Found my ancestors at end of my long trace, waiting so impatiently; you are us , they said and they continued; go and show them us. then what am I? For people have asked You are not basic but a rare seed we saw fit to plant on mother African soil, you are a torch bearer, a voice for the voiceless, a salvager, a mending wall, a spirit evoker, cauldron of wisdom and knowledge, you are omnipotent, go and show them, for they want to hear but they will instead see. Who or what you are? #Poetic_Ink