Self Poem by Latoya Scranton

I am nothing more than the beliefs, ideas, sights, sounds, smells, happiness, pains, and lies that I have been exposed to in my many years on this planet. We are the productions of our environments and all of our environments are not the same. I am fear tucked away so deeply that it has become me. I am faith when it is a mustard seed not yet grown. I have been holding on to the same sliver of faith ever changing but never growing. However, it has sustained me. But If I lose that sliver I will cease to exist.