how I’ve made it this far

if I didn’t have my faith, this life would be too much for me

cuz this life, it’s heavy, see

this life, it’s too much weight for me

this life, it doesn’t wait for me

 

if I didn’t have my faith-

faith that

my community would never fail me

faith that

there’s a reason I still breathe

faith in the things I can’t see

 

ọmọ Yoruba ni mi, so, if I didn’t have igbagbọ mi

if I didn’t have imani

who would I be?

 

I could live through life, half awake, half alive

but that would mean I’m lost

that would mean I’ve lost

 

in my faith, I’ve found hope

in my faith, I don’t have to cope

I can move forward

move upward

overcome

thrive

 

I can remember that

I am alive, even when wave after wave of unrest and depression hit me in succession, when they knock me down

cuz like the wise man, I built my house on the Rock

even when I’m on the rocks, like the seed that gets snatched away when the devil comes to play, my Rock holds me

 

my Foundation

will never falter

 

because of my faith, this life will never be too much for me

He’s given me that guarantee

11.29.17

Whose am I?

Who do I think I am, running a blog? After changing my major? While taking three STEM classes at once, AND joining a research lab? Who do I think I am, saying I’ve beaten depression and anxiety while tragedy after tragedy try to throw them back in my face? Who do I think I am, saying I’ve grown, saying I’ve been renewed?

Who am I?

Questions like these are just the tip of the introspection iceberg, and like a broken record,  my mind has been playing them over and over these last few months. When I look back at my writing, I can see that it often boils down to the who/what/when/where/why/how I am the way that I am, and I’ve come to realize that the answers lie in another question:

Whose am I?

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