I Am Not
I am not the sunrise by the ocean,
I am not the sound of birds in the morning,
I am not the sound of laughter,
I am not the things that make us kind.
I am a cry at night from the hurt,
I am the scream of horror in a hospital,
I am the poor and homeless,
The lost and forgotten.
I am what the world made me,
Not what the world can be.
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