I feel Zora Neale Hurston on a rainy day now you look at me and think does she pray. I feel like Sonia Sanchez when the ground is dry and you ask yourself does she cry. I am Maya Angelou when the hot sun is shining on my face and you wonder does she feel out of place. I am feeling Langston Hughes in my suit and tie and you question does she even try. I am poems of Hope, struggle, freedom and the pain.. this I remain unseen in the eyes of others as so, as I go. I move with rhythm of jazz in The Roots planted deeply and freely..Bumping the beats as loud as I can and you asked me again who are you, who are you..