I Am

Fri, 11/06/2015 - 12:38 -- ocbalco

Born with nothing

Except my personality

Grown with time

To something more.

Not just a name or face,

But a friend, sister, daughter, student

Many things I have come to be.

These things are not countable,

Nor strictly describable,

But I'm the only me there is.

Unique like one of billions of snowflakes.

I've learned inside we're all the same

We're all humans.

Yet like snowflakes,

I'm different from you,

We're different from the world.

We stand as one,

One made up of individual ones.


This poem is about: 
Our world


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