I’m me, myself and I. I’m confident, beautiful, intelligent and mostly special. I’m the main character in my story.

The oil on my skin is my blanket and my words are my weapon. I’m that person your mom always warned you about. I am the next big thing. I’m the beautiful creation that God made in his image. I’m that girl with big dreams and ambitions but no support.

Searching up and down, east to west I still haven’t found the answer “who am I?” Am I that girl they always gossip about? Am I that person that’s always side-lined?

No, I am that person who lives by her own principles. I’m black and am proud. In case you haven’t noticed I’m that person people say she has so called “issues”.

I’m a ticking time bomb waiting to explode. With ideas flashing in my head as every second goes by. With ideas so big that it can change the world for better or for worse.

I’m a gift to my parents, a blessing to my relatives, and a companion to my brothers and a friend indeed to my friends in need. I’m not who you want me to be. I’m whoever I want to be. It’s not what I have been through in life that defines who I am, it’s how I got through it that has made me the person I am today.

I am a person of action, immovable in my determination, confident in my abilities, unshakable in my convictions and impervious to doubt. Insensitive to the negative opinions of everyone who does not have an interest in my goals.

I am not bound to succeed but I am bound to live up to the light I have. I am as bad as the worst but thank God I am as good as the best.

Who am I? I am my past, my present and who I want to be. The question still remains “who am I?”

Tell us what you think: Do you also wonder who you are and try to define yourself?