Who Am I?

By Phillip Session

Who am I? Who can I possibly be?
There have been several names that have been labeled on me
But who am I exactly? I want the world to see
Because who I am havebeen covered up with negitivity
But the truth will shine forth and show the positivity
And the world will finally see me, the real me
All that I have, can, and will acheive
They will see all that I am, and all that I can really be
It is not what they have labeled me
Who Am I?

Am I black...no that couldn't be, I'm more like dark brown
Maybe African American suits me, though I've never been on African ground
I've been called nigger and other bad names that have tried to bring me down
I was looked down on like an animal, or someones property, but I knew
I was much more than that some how
I knew that I could look to the heavens and smile
Why? Because someone knew who I was, even before I knew myself
But who am I?

Some statistics and stereotypes label me as a drug dealer, a gangster,
a crack addict, a prisioner, a highschool drop out, a killer
a thug, a man of violent nature
How could this be? None of those things sound like me
Of all people I know I'm not a danger to society as many have tried to lable me
covering up who I am with all that negitivity
Who am I really?

I am a child of God, mad in his image, after his likeness
I am a man, covered with the brightness of Christ's righteousness
Hold up...maybe that's why they can't see me
Maybe they're blinded by all the beauty,
so they make up for me who they want me to be
But I am who I am, I am a man
And if you got a problem with the man that I am, then take it up with the man
Who made me the man that I am
Now who am I?

I am a child of God, that's who I am

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