When I sit on my small gray couch located behind my tall, grand windows, with my palm under my chin, I imagine a life unique to the one I hold now. My dark brown eyes, wide and vivid, begin to perceive a setting beyond the vast, green trees of my backyard, as I imagine myself on top of a mountain, observing the beautiful view from beneath my toes. As I leap into the field of flowers below, I begin to feel unstoppable, as if no barriers or misconceptions can force me to wither up and perish, like a rose without water.
When I daydream, I become Kwame Nkrumah. I reclaim my identity, dancing past the long, and lanky arms that try to clutch and destroy my wings. I soar past the grasslands of pity and insults, cut through the trees of self-doubt, …show more content…
I become a spokesperson for women and young girls everywhere. I evoke a sense of self-acceptance and power buried in their modesty. I become a stature for the African community, bringing light unto issues such as poverty and healthcare. I reclaim my culture in all aspects, a leader in my Ghanaian community, expressing the richness of my culture from my head, to my feet, as I stomp on the microaggressions that try to limit them.
When I daydream, I become E.T. Mensah. Peaceful, but powerful. I beat the drums of hesitation away. I snap my fingers to the rhythm of my heart, following its traces wherever I go. I perform a traditional Ewe dance, moving my hips to the silhouette of strength and narcissism. I clap my hands the sound of a breakthrough, a new day, hoping for a better future as a result of the change that I’ve made today.
When my palm rests under my chin, and my eyes nowhere to be found in this present world, I become a powerful figure. Someone who breaks away from confinement, and magnetizes others towards self-love. I know that one day, I will become like these powerful figures, who have helped to shape my African identity. I hope to make their teachings my own, and carry them out into the STEM field that I choose, and to all other Africans who are confined in their societal
When I daydream, I become Kwame Nkrumah. I reclaim my identity, dancing past the long, and lanky arms that try to clutch and destroy my wings. I soar past the grasslands of pity and insults, cut through the trees of self-doubt, …show more content…
I become a spokesperson for women and young girls everywhere. I evoke a sense of self-acceptance and power buried in their modesty. I become a stature for the African community, bringing light unto issues such as poverty and healthcare. I reclaim my culture in all aspects, a leader in my Ghanaian community, expressing the richness of my culture from my head, to my feet, as I stomp on the microaggressions that try to limit them.
When I daydream, I become E.T. Mensah. Peaceful, but powerful. I beat the drums of hesitation away. I snap my fingers to the rhythm of my heart, following its traces wherever I go. I perform a traditional Ewe dance, moving my hips to the silhouette of strength and narcissism. I clap my hands the sound of a breakthrough, a new day, hoping for a better future as a result of the change that I’ve made today.
When my palm rests under my chin, and my eyes nowhere to be found in this present world, I become a powerful figure. Someone who breaks away from confinement, and magnetizes others towards self-love. I know that one day, I will become like these powerful figures, who have helped to shape my African identity. I hope to make their teachings my own, and carry them out into the STEM field that I choose, and to all other Africans who are confined in their societal