This Is Who I Am Poem by Hamza Obeng

I always felt that the odds where against me,
I always told myself that this is how people want me to be
Sometimes I ponder,
At times I wonder,
Will this ever come to an end?
Will my fellow compatriots ever understand me?
How will I live with myself if they don’t?
What will I do if all goes wrong?
Will I be able to overcome ever again?
In my thoughts, I languish,
Perhaps this is how I am supposed to be.

I pray, I wish
I plead rather than flee
I seek, I yearn for
What will I do if this is my end?
What can I say if all becomes lost?
All is for me to hope
In order that I may cope
Rather than slide down a slope
But I know it shall be well
For my questions to one day be answered

I rage as though I was a lion
Sometimes I pretend to be a novice
Just to understand the world
I wish I can be open to the world
Just for them to believe in me
I prey you my fellow compatriots
Maybe one day you will learn to understand me
But as we all yearn for that day
I hope to live my life as an ant
If not,
Then as slow as the tortoise
Just for you all to understand my plight.

Patience, many claim, Moves Mountains
But I think differently
To me Patience melts down mountains
So I always pray to the Creator to soften my heart
Sometimes I breed anger in me
Other times, envy
To the extent of fear
I always hope to be like the ocean
Probably like an erupted volcano
Just to be able to melt down my anger and rage
Perhaps I will be able to do that one day
To be able to live my life the way it should be.