Who says one cannot shape their image by those around them?

Does my adolescence prevent me from defining myself?

I have been introduced to all kinds of people and I know which kind reflects me.

Challenger of all obstacles.

Seer of all truths.

Keeper of all secrets and resilient in nature.

“All good things come to those who stay true”.

True to yourself and others when they would not show the same kindness.


I am the next great contributor to this society.

When I leave this earth I will not be forgotten.

There is reason to my existence.

My predecessor’s accomplishments are merely numbers to the equation of my success.

I am not the next Tupac.

I am not the next Miles Davis.

I am not the next Quincy Jones.

I am the first Me.

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