I am



I am

I am the child

wearing Church dresses to school 

I am the girl 

you should have helped

I am the sound of melodious ocean waves 

on an iced December day

I am the Ivory Silk Lilac tree

Engulfed with small flowers 

I am the relfection of history

all the blood running through my veins 


I am the tear you had thought

would never fall

I am the words you think 

but fear to speak

I am for I know I think and I think to believe

And here I express this to you

this is my philosophy.



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