I Am …
I am… a continuously evolving imperfect work in progress, attaining correction of my behaviour, words, mannerisms and attitudes through the examination of my mistakes and their repercussions.
I am the demonstrative acceptance of past events that have facilitated formation of the silhouette of who I stand today and the pending figure of my future which I shall unforeseeably become.
I am, my body stripped of societal characteristics, equal to every other human on this earth. the colour of complexion stood before me in the mirror is black, my eyes brown, my lips big however is that sufficient reason for me to be labelled, stood… inferior to you, superior to you, anterior to you, posterior to you?… peel back the discriminatory dead deceptive skin of superficiality and is not our likeness that is discovered, is it not a revelation of the same scarlet red blood running through both our veins, the same skeleton that prevents our back from arching under the burden of each cross we bear, the same cells that anaerobically respire to sustain our very existence?… beyond what meets the eye of distortion and clouded judgement by the cataract of prejudicialism are we not humanely the same? Oxygen diminished from the realms of earth’s atmosphere will your physical attributes cause you to live on? … I stand next to you.
I am, fully aware that the desires of my heart and mind are often not linear nor do they stream parallel to one another. I am the power of my mind and willingness of my soul, the incapability of my flesh which impairs my ability to lift the tallest mountain is not a measure of my strength as I have the mental ability to climb and see the horizon it once obscured.
I am forever using words to convey my thoughts, emotions, concepts, ideologies because they are explicit statements of my heart of which physical acts cannot portrait. Words cannot be retrieved from an ear like a touch from a hand, its effect cannot heal like a wound of the flesh, the feelings elicited from their impact will not fade like a scar. Actions may speak louder but words elaborate what can never be demonstrated.
I am, here today and hold no great investment in a future that is not promised tomorrow, I cannot now utilize anything it or the days which proceed have to offer so why must I seek its worry. I am, not in search of a role model, for I only aspire to be me at my best, I acknowledge my flaws which inhibit my progression and the skills and qualities of others in which I myself hope to attain one day so I may be better enabled to reach the pinnacle of my potentials.
I am, in possession of free will which I choose to exploit simply because I can, constraints of society lifted and I could be anything I want to be but perfect, I therefore was not born limitless like the skies that bear witness to my inevitable acts of dishonesty. Not failed to be born, I was born to fail at achieving that definition of perfection not even capable of being conceived as a thought, dream nor figment of one’s imagination. Despite ones abundant intelligence, a concept of perfection is impossible by man to postulate.
I am not being honest to you to gain fame, recognition or compliments but being honest to myself in the presence of you because my passion for writing has given me the means by which to do so.