I Am

January 5, 2018

I am undefined and strong

I wonder about motives

I hear the stereotypes and mocks

I see the marks and bruises

I want all to taste true freedom

I am undefined and strong

I pretend not to be fazed

But

I feel hurt and rage

I touch the innocent with hopes for great futures

I worry about my hardworking mother

I cry for those who don’t have one

I am strong and undefined

I understand those that do wrong

But

I say harsh terms from a hard mouth

I dream of the absence of cruelty

I try to lessen it within myself and those that surround me

I am strong and undefined

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