Years of hiding you have been
I wonder why
If only you were to take into consideration where you would’ve been
Had you not
Sooner than later
Finding who you were was a painful experience
An agonizing inferiority complex you kindled with self
Yes. There were those to blame
But the shame with self remained
And over time you realized the world you created for you was taking your place
You’re not who you thought you were
You were always the shy, quiet, insecure individual you once knew
But deep down was a world of freedom
Of daring spirit, you knew you possessed but sheltered your eyes with covers and books of others you once looked up to
Why? They didn’t understand who you claimed to be
And ironic as it was, you didn’t either
With visual soulful depictions of self, you found a constant battle
Of fear resting in shadows
That you didn’t understand
You knew that who you were was full of spirit and charisma
But could the world handle a Nigerian enigma?
An oxymoron that puzzled your mind for years that felt like centuries
You aren’t who feared to understand you
You are who you are
Who was indeed someone you thought you were
A person with limits and bounds
That conquered a free spirit and soul
But left a piece that was able to find its way home
You aren’t who you thought you were
You are who you were made to be
An undefined soul with limitless intent and inspiration