Hi I'm Dom

I cannot change the person I am to suit everyone...yet people believe my person is interchangeable;

Accept me for the person you first met;
The person that greeted you with "Hi, how you doing?", accompanied with a firm handshake and a smile
Instead of a "Whats good?" and the 'Im-so-gangsta-I-can't-even-smile-face'

I'm the slim, not skinny (actually quite athletic) built black man
Skin filled with ink; the same black man that wishes you all the best upon his exit

I am not the person you want me to be
I am not the person society tells you I am
I am not the person that will prove the stereotypes truthful
But the person that will prove my worth and purpose

I am worth more than what stands before you; my purpose is to make an impact and I will make a fool out of the doubters

I'm Me...

Do not accept me for what I am; accept me for who I am
Actually;
Thats an unfair request since I do not know the man I've become
Since the battle between my conscience and imagination is won...
But by who?

You see...

My conscience answers questions relating to subjects that will implicate my future
While my imagination answers questions relating to doubt and self belief
So which one do I focus on?

Who I am is me; its that simple

Until I understand the way in which my mind works; I cannot demand that you as my peers understand the pains and struggles which I battle each day;
Inside my mind while trying unwind the tangled thoughts my life has created
And inside I'm berated, in fact I'm infuriated that I cannot understand the person I've become

So how could I possibly expect you to?

I am me; just accept me for who I am