Who am I;
Am I a star, that shines above the earth.
Am I a leaf, that falls from a tree.
Am I a being, of being human or being it.
Just it, what's it, not any career can fit,
To who am I and what am I to do.
Who am I;
Am I a seed, that falls from a fruit.
Am I a fruit, that falls to be eaten.
Am I a slave, to do, what's to do, for who?
Just who, who's who, not anyone could say who's you,
To who am I and who is who for what to do?
I know who am I;
I am a child, who looks at night and doesn't fight.
I am a boy, who knows what to do and for who.
I am a task, who was past, will be my future and a present as a gift.
Yes a gift, what gift, who's gift, a God given gift.
To who am I, and a gift to rap, to raise the stacks of being white, yellow or red, no of being me and being black.
the last stanza in the poem is not a sense of racism please no one take it as a sense as racism it my moral being of explaining the topic of who am I.