I look into the mirror and at times I do not know who I am
Sometimes I am the voice of the voiceless spreading the gospel
of positivity and ways to improve our lives
other times I am a raging bull in a house full of glass tearing down the walls that I built
I hide the tears of my fears trying to be the leader I was bred to be
I am scared, scared of becoming a father, a husband and the head of unknown society
of speakers, leaders and individuals taking it to the next level
I am afraid of the same failures I tell others not to be terrified of
So who am I?
Am I the elephant in the room who will sound off vocal pipe bombs?
Am I the lion that roars obscene gestures as a defense mechanism to the ppl who love me?
Am I the wolf in sheep's clothing hiding from the flock & only appearing when its convenient
Who Am I?!?!?!?
Someday's I know other days I am lost
How can I lead with a limited identity?
Who will follow a man with many talents and more mistakes?
Am I the person I was born to be?
Am the loose cannon I am painted as when I am angry?
Am the softy when I am around children?
Am I the romantic lover & gentlemen?
The pressures of being a man are often overlooked and downgraded because of the
things “we’re suppose to do” and how “we’re suppose to act”
the frequent reminders of not becoming another statistic of unfit parent, spouse and black man
the constant focus of the microscope of are they practicing what they preach and so forth
At times I shatter that same mirror I am looking into mentally and in each piece I see a different reflection of myself but they are all asking the same question Who Am I?
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