I Am...
As one who is ready
But not willing to grow
The black shading
Surrounds me
I've learned this is home
Grown up with no father
No control of my mind
Young at heart,
I grew sad
The trouble's lasted in time
But where is support?
The understanding of sadness?
I am only young
All they say
Is that I'm just dealing with changes
But I know where my path goes
There's not a way out
This is who I have grown to be
I've got to make a seperate path now
Still young, but encouraged
Though my mind is still sad
What I do is for me, now
I am what I am
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world