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| I am a lemon with a twist, I am a dewdrop full of mist, I am a child filled with bliss, I am but a gentle kiss, I am invisible but I show, I am a burned-out lamp that still does glow, I am bold, though you may not know, I am a horn that does not blow, I am used, but still brand-new, I am a mystery without a clue, I am false, but forever true, I am me and also you . . . I am a flower opening my buds, I do not fight with fists, but with hugs, I am a push without the shove, Creeping, oh, so softly, I am love. I am deaf, but I can hear, I am afraid, but I have no fear, I am forever constant throughout the year, I am smart and my actions make it clear, I am with the doll who was thrown in the corner, I am at the funeral standing next to the mourner, I am with the sad, small boy who people call a slow learner, I stand beside the person who is rejected because he is a foreigner, I hear the cry of a small boy saying his prayers, I see the hearts of a million set up in flares, I taste the bitter words and the nasty stares, I can touch the small girl and feel her many tears, I am with the stressed-out man living in strife, I am in touch with the husband who lost his beloved wife, I am stopping the man who is holding a knife, Creeping, oh, so softly, I am life. |
| I AM... by: Khendi White |
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