I Am
To people I am a quiet young woman
A young woman with dreams like any other teen
But I am so much more
I am the the waves that crash along the shore
I am the sun that shines on this Earth
I am a child of a mothers given birth
I am the spark on a birthday candle
I am misplaced and mishandled
I am looked upon and looked over
I am a four leaf clover
I have purpose as I have courage
I am a forest flame
So show me no shame
Point a gun, ready? Aim.
I am not the one to blame
I am like the rest I am the same
I am not a game
I am a person
I am human
I make mistakes
I ache and I shake
But I am what I am
A quiet young woman with a fire burning in the comfort of my own chest
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