I am the man I want to be
But it is the duality of my personality that troubles me
You see
Part of me is a sun and another a shadow
One side boon and one side tragedy

I stand tall and proud like the Oaks of our native lands
Yet I hunch and weep like the Willow’s drooping leaves

On the outside I am cheerful, but deep down I am depressed
Like Shostakovich’s classical symphonies of death
But what I place on the plate is different
Hip Hop’s powerful expression and definition

I am represented by the boombox
Originality and musicality is key
While the other side is a paper shredder
A destructive and careless addition of me

I glow like a shard of Jade, as sincere as one can reach
But I am also the Amazonite, aggressive against the weak

I feel cornered and trapped like a square
But also everlasting and united like a circle

I signify the ferocity of a Bengal tiger
And the jealousy of a serpent too

You can say that I am the lucky number seven
Or perhaps the odd, unlucky number nine

But I am both the Bubonic Plague and the Renaissance
I am what I define.

An ellipse who dreams to become a pure circle
But can never quite reach its peak
And whether I accept or reject it
I hope I am the man I want to be