I am.

Broken.

Brittle. 

Uncapable.

These are the 

Words I hear.

Everyday. 

I believe it. 

How can someone 

So little change the world?

But I am strong. 

I am capable. 

The fact that I am 

Alive. 

That motivates me. 

I breathe. 

I live. 

I soar. 

I am. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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