I Am (poem)
I am the fear. Flowing constantly day and night. I am the silence when facing wrong and supporting right. I am complacency, the comfortably crafted pattern of our days. I am the ego; blurring the conscience in a smoggy haze. But I am also the humble, knowing full well the oppressed. I am the voice for the voiceless. Power for the powerless. I am the Chinese Uighurs, ignored by the blaring screens. I am the seekers of every child's stolen dreams. I am knowledge, and understanding of the heart. In the midst of ugliness, I still create art. I am the soldier in the war of the mind. I am the hand reaching for those who fall behind. I am the best and the worst that one can be. The good the bad, the ugly. I am me.