Life is a confusing, exhilarating, depressing journey
Yet it is finite
I only have so little time to stretch through the forests, mountains, streets, and deserts
Tundras, oceans, plateaus, and savannahs
To figure out who or what I am
To solve the strongest questions of life:
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Who Am I?
Who is this young girl writing all these poems and stories?
Who is this strong, black woman?
Who is she; who can define her?
Who knows whether she is kind or cruel?
Who will be by her side at her lowest?
Who will praise her at her highest?
Who does she see in herself after a long, hard look in the mirror?
Who does she want to be and who will she become?
No…
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What Am I?
What is this unique human?
What do I like to eat and do every day?
What are my talents?
What is my culture?
What will make me smile?
What will make me frown?
What is my purpose?
What is my heart telling me and what does my head want me to hear?
No…
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When Am I?
When am I supposed to succeed?
When am I supposed to get a job?
When am I supposed to speak my mind?
When am I making my future?
When am I ready to move on from the past?
When am I trying something new?
When am I supposed to keep going?
When am I expected to stop?
No…
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Where Am I?
Where am I really from?
Where am I going?
Where am I going to find the person of my dreams?
Where am I finding inspiration and passion?
Where am I calling a place “home”?
Where am I meant to be?
Where am I going to hide from the world?
Where am I going to have fun?
No…
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Why Am I?
Why am I so angry?
Why am I so miserable?
Why am I so scared?
Why am I so picky?
Why am I so happy?
Why am I still wondering?
Why am I not changing?
Why am I changing?
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Millions of questions
With millions of seconds of time to answer them
Words Of a Feather 
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