ANTOA POETRY: I Am Who I Am

ANTOA POETRY: I Am Who I Am

I am who I am

I sound the way I sound,

Because it’s who I am.

The language sliding on

My tongue, and the accent

Pouring outta my mouth

Taste as good as my momma’s

Breast milk.

I dress the way I dress,

Because it’s who I am.

The clothes that I wear

Are skins of my ancestors:

Their cultures I was fed with.

Their steps I was raised with.

So how you redress,

And address me isn’t who I am.

I wear the hair I wear,

Because it’s who I am.

It fits my head like a golden crown

That never wears.

My head’s high as I walk round the

World, a small town.

I am who I am,

Because it’s who I am.

My blood is black and my heart

Is God!

By Elijah Christopher

Elijah Christopher
Elijah Christopher is a journalist at A New Touch Of Africa, is also a creative writer, a poet, and an IT enthusiast. He contributed to the collaborative poem written in celebration of Edwin Morgan Centenary, the first Glasgow poet laureate and Scottish national poet from the University of Glasgow. He loves meeting people and learning about new places, cultures, events, and lifestyles.
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