I Am......

Tue, 10/20/2015 - 14:05 -- Paridox

I am the mixture of a foolish incident and no condom.

I am the strength that only those who can fight tooth and nail to maintain their individuality can obtain.

My words are my blade, my conviction my shield, and I must face this battle of honesty.

I am the contrarian, the iron that sharpens iron.

If you’ve come for a mindless sheep, you have come upon the wrong path.

I don’t care if I am lost to your ways.

I don’t care if I am an outcast.

I may be different but I am me.

You ask what I am?

A dreamer.

A hopeless romantic.

A singer.

A dramatic.

 All these things and more.

I am too many to count, and too far gone to be dragged out.

I am the madness you lock away inside your mind, the creeping sense of “what if” that is trapped within.

I am loud.

I am proud.

 I am black.

I am pan.

I am me, wholly, truly, and fully me.

And I am a force to be reckoned with.

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