I Am
I am a tree
Always growing, rooted deep
Bearing the fruits of the spirit even when my soul is weak
I am a swiss knife
Many features, a thousand uses
But when abused, the outcome is ruthless
I am a math test
Complicated, often neglected to be understood
Problems eager to be solved, if only someone could
I am a catalyst
Precipitating change
Feeding the hungry spirits, though they cry out in vain
I am a girl
I stand all alone
Changing the world with a hopeful tone
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