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my eyes to the world opened daily since first blink

my black curtains flared high before I could think

my drum pounded faster within my goose bumped skin

Knowing that I exist despite all that I have seen

Knowing that despite the fierce wind I do not lean’ I know

I am somebody.



They have beaten me fiercely to foreboding ground

They have aggressively stifled my rightful birthright sound, yet

I am standing tall staring boldly into piercing snake eyes

My right of passage taken, I embrace my voice and raise it high

I am somebody



They dragged me down that muddy hill into the valley

They tried to bury me in heaps of words so grimy, yet

My legs gained strength to reach mountain peaks

I have shaken off the debris of histories point’s bleak, because

I am somebody.



Starving for the feast of unconditional love never served

Deprived of the warmth of hugs I rightfully deserved, but

Loving myself through God has filled my heart with joy

I know I have something to offer, a value only I employ, for

I am somebody.





I tried on ties but none were designed for my wide neck

Fitting suites unsuitable, felt like wearing a straight jacket

But now I am robed in the image of ‘I AM’ that I AM

I need no false cover, for in God I am a complete man, you see

I am somebody.