Watch Me

I am me.
I run, I jump, I yell, I fight, and I scream.
You see me, but is what you're seeing really me?
or is it what you want me to be?
Want me to see?
See what i can do!
See me, inside out, clawing out, being clawed out, chewed out!
Spit out, but watch me grow out and spit back.
Put me in the ring and watch me outbox the box
that youuu've put me in.
Am i a Pharoah, a homie, a seafarer, or a terrorist?
Because i see nothing fairer than being everything,
while being nothing clearer than a diamond in the rough.
I've been hearing things sayin "that ain't tough, you're just that murky."
Agreed, but quit tryin to murk me and drown my dreams in that murk you call a stream of conciousness.
But you ain't concious of the strain that it's putting on your brain.
But I digress,
let us re-address the topic at hand,
because just like poker, I've been dealt a bad hand.
So I'll hand you some facts and educate a handful of you!
I'm a citizen of two countries, but got more ancestries in more continents.
All those bloodlines in my book of contents.
I can claim Egypt and America legally, but my blood yells and whines for Turkey, Ethiopia, and Lebanon too!
My rhythm whispers of African beats, reggaeton, and hip hop, fool!
So what can you see?
Me? Or what you want me to be?