I am a fighter, survivor, and striver.
I am the first person in my family to attend college.
I am from the continent that first started revolution.
I am from the descents of a small West African nation called Guinea.
I am the future American Dream.
I am from a place where I am recognized.
I am a young lady on my way to self discovery.
I am from immigrants who traveled 12 hours from the other side of the world in hopes to see this day.
I am the result of sleepless nights of Math, History, and Science PBAT’s.
I am a role model for those that never thought they would have it.
I am a loving friend, cousin, and sister.
I am an individual.
I am from the bright, exciting, and wide awake New York City.
I am a future owner of a doctorate’s degree.
I am an inspiration.
I am a moving force of gravity.
I am a revolution.
I am an African Nubian Queen.
I am a peer leader and educator.
I am an individual who rather standout in a crowd then fit in.
I am undefined.
I am from the ghetto.
I am from the long inspirational talks with Ms. Antanette and Charlene
I am the person I never would have thought I’d be four years ago.
I am creator, protagonist, writer, and survivor of my own story.
I am from the South Bronx a.k.a the “Booogie”
I am from my favorite Pandora station of Alicia Keys.
I am a future entrepreneur, fashion stylist, and psychologist.
I am a simple girl who prefers the finer things in life.
I am the result of good Muslim prayers to Allah.
I am from two loving people that have and would give up everything for their children to see success, like today.
I am a bookworm, who enjoys the new hot pink covers of teen drama literature.
I am from the lovely and supportive family that has always been my motivation.
I am a red dragon at SUNY Oneonta, class of 2015.
Today marks the 2nd anniversary of Michael Jackson’s death and it’s still a bit surreal to me. His music was and still is legendary as are his many performances. You’re still missed MJ.