I could have been so many things in my brief lifetime,
A singer on the church choir or leading a life of crime.
I could have been a drug dealing, wifi stealing, ganja smoking panty dropper,
Who does what he feels and to no one give an answer.
I could have been a shy guy, the kind of guy, ladies, who would always be yours,
The guy who speaks very little but never ignores.
I could have been an artist, painting my life away,
Or a freelance sales representative, selling for Amway,
I could have been a white police, hated by the blacks,
Or a Jehovah’s Witness, selling ‘Awake’ tracts.
I could have been a race car driver, burning up the road,
Or a humble Hindu, reincarnated as a toad.
I could have been a Loada man, you don’t need me but I’m there,
Or a taxi driver, where your comfort is not my care.
I could have been a Rastafarian man, living on ital stew,
Constantly conscious, though the Babylon try to slew.
I could have been a soldier, in that Tivoly incursion,
Shooting a few innocent people yet stating an alternative version.
But I am who I am because of whom I choose to be.
Never let your situation define your destiny.
Be you, be honest, be good.
– Aldeam Facey 2015