My name is my own
I- the son of those I do not know
My passion is one unto itself,
My loved ones of my own choosing
There faces- my future
My future of my own bringing.

My deeds I committed with my own heart
My thoughts titled within themselves
Unspoken
they thrive bright, blooming
Glistening in my my mind;
Taking flight.

I
The oppressed will survive in this land so forgotten.

It is time.
Time to live the life that is calling, humming through my veins.

I is what made me,
And I is what shall stand.