If I could list all the things that make me
I'd start with a child no older than three
It is her battling the noose of cancer--not me
My work ethic stems from two people, not three
One of whom a man with crumbling knees
It is he who labors noon to night--not me
And of the woman, I could tell you this
For her, power doesn't come in a fist
It's her pulling children from the abyss--not me
It takes a village, not just one
For we are but people, all said and done
It is thanks to them I've what I've become.
I've become me.