Who Am I?
Am I that person that you can't stand that you see every day?
Or am I that person that looks at you and walks away?
Am I that lonley child in the park?
Or am I that afraid seven-year-old in the dark?
Am I that stranger in shadow sight?
Or am I that drunk driver in the night?
Am I you or am I me?
Oh yeah, I'm not the person you want me to be.
I look in the mirror and ignore the fact that you say I'm nothing.
But I know that I am what and who I was created to be.
I'm not who everyone expects me to be;
I'm beyond their expectations.
I am I'muníque; my name I was given that I carry with pride,
The story you'll witness when you look into my eyes.
I am not a poet, but I am poetry in living formation.
So, tell me, who are you?