"Who Am I?"

By Rodriquez A. Peake
Muskegon Correctional Facility

I often look in the mirror and ask myself, "Who am I?"

Am I just a moment of lost time in empty space? Or, am I an immortal god with a man's face who will one day simply die?

Who am I?

Am I a hateful tear drop that somehow fell from a loving god's eye? Or, am I an image in a mirror of the truth that told a lie?

Who am I?

Am I that what I do? Or what I see? Or what you think of me? Or, am I really all three? Please, somebody tell me. I'm confused because I know me and sometimes I know I can be filled with so much love, and then be overflowing with too much hate.

I can be a man lost in a world of childish mistakes. I can be a child lost in the consequences of a grown man's fate. I can be an angel with open wings, then I can be the fury that opened hell's gates.

So, deep inside I continue to debate the question of "Who am I?"

Am I that sensitive man that shed a tear when I knew nobody would see me and no one was near? Or, am I that little boy trapped in a man's body, trying to make the entire world believe I have no fears?

Am I what I appear to be in the eyes of a crooked-ass society? Or, do my eyes simply lie to me when I look in the mirror and know I've done so much wrong, but somewhere deep inside still see something so right in me?

Who am I?

Im'a look away from this mirror and into the depths of my souls until I see the blue of the sky. Im'a  ask the question again to my best friend, God: "In your precious eyes, tell me, who am I?"