I Am... Well, who I am.

I am... 

Well who i am is an unfinished canvas up for sell

Whose dealt with insanity and all kinds of hell!

 

Splashes of paint all over my soul

From the tools of life that haven't me whole.

 

I've felt gentle strokes, and rough ones too

That come by chance, no matter what i do.

 

Life is an ever changing wind that continously

Washes, bruises and molds who i am, effortlessly.

 

But i hold on to my core so i don't ever lose "me!"

For who i am is all i have, eternally. 

 

I AM... a brother, a son, a cousin, and a friend

I AM... the one who has my back till the very end.

 

I AM, a lover, a fighter, and a child of God

I AM, unique, beloved, hated, and a little odd.

 

I AM my soul, my heart, and every body part

I AM a change from who i was at the very start!

 

I AM a boxer, a poet, and a brave and cowardly guy

I AM lazy and strong, I am a restless sigh.

 

I AM... The last one gazing into a starry sky

The one who falls asleeps in his mother's lap....

YES! I am that guy!

 

I AM Grown, and innocent all at the same time

I AM an inexperienced, old soul who loves a good ryhme.

 

I AM who i am at the end of every day

AND I love being Literrius Miller, in every single way.

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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