I Am

I Am

I am…what I am. I am life…I live. I eat…I breathe. Sometimes…all is not what it seems. But I will…and waver not.

I am…a name. Yet…I am more. The man who named me…thought so too…because he had fought…and won. I am….a testament. A legacy left behind…by one who thinks forward…who thinks to live on.

I have…a name. Seun. Four letters. But that defines me not. Rather…I am…the name. I give life to it. I give substance. Meaning. Relevance and significance to…what would otherwise be…just another part of life’s vocabulary.

I am…a truth. That things can be in another way. That we all are human…but we do not see the same. That sometimes…people hate me…because I am everything they only wish they could be.

I am…the culmination…of someone’s dream…the reality of someone’s fantasy. The lie to someone’s truth…the truth to someone’s lie. I am…something larger than life.

I am…a pair of eyes. But these are not ordinary ones. I see souls…long after their flesh is gone. I see air…the same way I breathe in words. Within my heart lies power…to turn mere pens into swords.

I am…something of a myth…yet I exist…I am real. I am a myth…because of the unique way I feel. So others disregard what I see…and me. But then…does that make me any less…me?

I am…not perfect. In fact…truth be told…I am incredibly and terribly flawed. I seem confusing…yet I am ever so sure. I falter…I stumble…and fall. But I rise again…and go on a bit more.

I am…sometimes careless with my words. But I am not a liar…I just need to understand; not all truth needs to be said…not all truth wants to be heard. I apologise. Really.

I am a realist. Yet I am ideal. I am not a virgin…but I try to be. I do wrong…not because I do not know right…but I tell myself it’s hard to do…and I don’t fight.

I am…very hard on myself…and I do that too well. As if I hate me…and the things I tell. I say to myself…’There’s no way I can get to heaven.’ Till a friend asks…’Do you really want to go to hell?’

Do I really?

I am…sometimes so weary of this life. The highs and lows…the hatred and strife. I know…there is a better place to go…but the road is long and lonely…and the traffic…ever so slow.

I am…for a fact…NOT afraid of death. Because I understand…it’s a part of life. But the truth is…I don’t want to die yet. I have a lot things to sow…for others to reap and digest. So I am…not Superman…it just is not my time…yet.

I am…the most ignorant of all. Because when I think I know all…I learn a bit more. And the oddest thing is…the source of the knowledge. Most times…it’s someone in their teens!!

I am…out of my mind. But I do not miss it. And if I miss it…who cares? Do I really need it? The ‘mind’ is word…that creates impressions of a box. And if think…’out of the box’…does that mean I’m nuts?

I am…the child who fathers a man. I am…a lot. But can’t be more than. The ONE who created me…because He’s not a man. And yet because i have HIM. I can.

I am…a man. I am…Seun Odukoya. I am…just another human. But a lot more…I AM.



9 thoughts on “I Am” by Seun-Odukoya (@Seun-Odukoya)

  1. Bravo seun!…i could almost imagine you reading this infront of an audience and if you did,trust me,you would get a standing ovation…the solemn and profound tone of your poem made it immediately impressionable…well done!

    1. Yes, I see what you mean about this being a presentation before a live audience. Reads that way. Well done Seun.

  2. Hmm…you and this your identity subject matters.
    I wonder what must be your driving force and inspiration?

    This is a nice poem. I see it more as something that could be performed on stage accompanied by muscial instrumentation in a soulful way…

  3. Thank you so much…bless God.
    Estrella…thank you lots..it’ll be a privilege to do that…

    Afro…what can i say/ To know me is to love me…thanks man!

  4. Males try to be virgins, females pretend to be virgins. Good poem. The comment about standing ovation, true. Keep it up.

  5. very nice and impressive.
    i can claim to know a part of you now.

  6. Emmanuella Nduonofit (@Emmanuella-Nduonofit)

    At first, when I read this “poem” I took a brief glance at me and said: “What the hell! That could be me, but that’s my choice, right?” Well, talk about true rule-breaking in poetry, I guess this is probably it! A poem presented in very short paragraphs and sentences broken by ellipsis… well, like Estrella said, bravo Seun!! The words in this “poem” carried a spirit meant to move anyone that came across reading it, and the beating-of-the-chest, stamp-your-foot-down emphasis on the self really made me smirk. It’s good, really good.

  7. Thank you so much!!!!

  8. interesting

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