Some times you just have to quit being the person you used to be and be the person you know you were really created to be. Look inside, we all have the ability to create, as were created by the most creative artist Himself.

I can close my eyes and go through out my life the many, and I mean many people that I have tried to convince myself as to who I was supposed to be. My earliest memory of trying to figure out who I was, was in 2nd or 3rd grade. I lived in Norwood. The majority of my friends were black. It didn't matter what color my friends were, it just mattered that they were my friends. I just wanted to hang out, play baseball, video games, and just run.

Then I moved to Arkansas and had no friends. I could be anyone I wanted to be. I met a kid there who's dad was in the Air Force and was an officer. This was the first time I could remember that I envied this kid and his dad. I wanted my dad to where medals and be important.

Then we moved back to Ohio, but to Cherry Grove. Again I didn't know anyone, I could start fresh again. Then again, we moved to New Richmond. The only person I knew was my cousin and we weren't even in the same school. Then jr. high came, and three schools combined into one. No one knew me.

Then high school. I remember being the dater, the wigger, the scrapper, the baller, the skater, the jock, the artist, the writer, and the Christian.

Yea, but that's not who I really was. More so, that's not who I was supposed to be. I remember wearing the different clothes. The basketball jersey from the Charlotte Hornets and the Fila's with straps. Shaving the sides of my hair and growing the top out long. Wearing the tie dyed shirts with the rastafarian fanny pac with my hacky sack inside.

Geesh, who the heck was I?!

But as of late, I feel like I have been kidding myself. Like I have been trying to fool myself into being close or acting like the person God wants me to be, but once walking in my house taking that mask off and going back to being the faker.

My clothes, my hair, my talents, my words, my actions, all tell you who I really am. Right now, it's off and on, hot and cold.

It's time for that to change. Now, my hair is not going to change, simply because I can't stand my hair long. my clothes, well maybe, depending on what I can afford. I can tell you I miss my cordoroys and big dress shirts as far as work is concerned. Shirts, jeans, and work boots at home. My words are going to be heartfelt. As someone said, I am only responsible what I say, not what you understand. If I feel God is pushing me to put you in your place, guess what's coming? My actions, I am a fat jovial guy. I like to have fun, and be funny. If you don't like that, don't be my friend. My talents, I love to draw and paint. I like to pull my trumpet out and make noise. I like to take beautiful pictures.

This is me people. I think that God is pushing me to use these talents, my actions and words to be proud of who I am and "whom" I stand for. If you are cool with that, awesome. If not peace out!

This is who I am everyone. Enjoy!