I am...
I am the seed and the motivation of a young immigrant couple
I am both mistake and blessing
I am their reason for seeing double
I am the redeemer of their sins
I'm supposed to turn their lossess into wins
My delicate hands tremble with the immensity of the word
I carry the gracious weight of being woman
I start to understand the people's fear of the world
I am no longer innocence, I am human
I place my bare feet in the soil of reality and struggle
Life drags me through the journey of experience
I can barely see the light outside the tunnel
I am the consistency of my perseverance to see the light
I am the laborer that has faith and falls in the hands of effort
I am in love with what is wrong and what is right
I am the heart that has been broken and mended countless times
I am the learner that has yet to fully learn who I truly am
I am the poet that is running out of rhymes
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