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.
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