I am the trunk of the chopped tree submerged under the weight of trampled earth.

I am the dirt underneath your finger nails.

I have no polish.

I am Sandy's nephew and Katrina's first love.

I am a global and generational refugee.

My home is self-love and never self loathing.

I am self-determination.

I am consistency.

I am continous failure on the verge of a substantial breakthrough.

I am my mother's first born.

I am black like gator bait  in the Everglades

I am fist up, I'll shoot back.

I am mediocrity's nightmare.

I am 

A

Human 

Being

They call me Young Ox

Who are you?

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