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I am.


I am me, untamed; am I untranslatable? No, not yet;
anyone who has come to go or has yet to, why then question our differences too,
then leave it be or take it otherwise!
I am no different or better than anyone else as myself, than yourself;
anyone who lives here now or has yet to, well, why then waste too,
words that will go unheard otherwise!
I am the first son of slaves, the last father who gave family to war;
anyone who shares these feelings of mine or has yet to, why then share my wisdom too,
take it or leave me otherwise!
I am a writer and poet, these words are translatable;
anyone who writes poetry or has yet to, why wait then too,
life has one end, live or die otherwise!

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