Who Am I? Poem by Goddy Nana Mens

I am the boy who was born
A day before the hero died
Born Heart of the Lion
Power and strength abounding
I am the boy who has less beauty
In visage than in personality
The boy whose charm lies not in eyes
But in the lines he writes
I am the boy who admires
The men who robbed his people
Raped them, beat them, then sold them
With the fruits of their land
I am the boy who sings with the vultures
And strokes her eggs
And coos her young
And fluffs her plume
I am the boy who is saddened by his people
By their sad sad superficiality
Their insusceptibility to depth
And their apparent indifference to the Greater Things
I am the boy with a scarred heart
Hurting bad
Aching hard
Arrows stuck fast - not Cupid's.
I am the boy who had no friends and family
Alone, lonely and not a pint of love
The boy who was murdered by his peers
Cast away, abandoned and left to rot
Yet, I am the boy who has found himself
Discovered my soul
Living my purpose
Arisen again.
I am the boy they could not defeat
The one who drowned his oppressors
The star illuminated
The phoenix stirred.
I am the boy with three eyes
Two heads
A life
And a thousand souls.
I am the boy no one knew
Now made wholly anew
Bound for glory
Never to tarry
I am the boy who is me
Strong, unbounded,
And bounded, never will be
I am the boy who is me - the boy who is free!