Who am I?

I am the parent that never procreated.

I am the activist who makes change without being activated.

I am the sibling to many though our parents are not the same.

I am the child of many, even though I am not of their seed nor egg.

I am the abused and the hurt.

I am the hatred and fake.

I am a child of God.

I am the beaten and unheard.

I am the pain and tears.

I am the sorrow.

I am the universe that surrounds me.

I am a creation in solid form that is constantly vibrating because my atoms do not stop.

I am the cradler of hatred who knows it as my kin because it is born when love meets anger; unfortunately for some, love was divorced and anger married fear.

I am the shroud of self-degradation that resulted in actions and behaviors untrue to who I am.

I am those who are forgotten and twisted into an image that is a misrepresentation of their character.

I am…I do not know anymore.

Who am I but another person who had to forget their greatness in order to dim themselves in order to survive in a sea of mediocrity?

Who am I but a healed wound that continues to bleed because my trauma is generational, and the more I heal a new trauma forms; will I ever stop bleeding?

Who am I but a person rediscovering themselves and loving the character that is forming?

Who am I? This is a question only I can answer. Regardless of the degree or authority any other individual may hold, they do not have the power to answer.

Justice, who am I?