It Poem by Alice Kwan

Am i no more than a chair, a rock?
to you i am probably something less

I stand strong though
you will never see my tears

how dare you call me that name!
that worhless name

Am i something more, way more
i am like the ocean

Mighty and strong with waves of fury
you can not dry me to dirt!

Am i like a mountian
standing, though the most powerful winds blow me

You cannot bring me to grains!
Am i am like the sun

Shining bright all day
though clouds block me

You cannot make me darkness!
you cannot do anything but call me that name

That name that breaks my spirit and makes me ammit
I am dirt, I am grains, and I am nothing but darkness

Because of you
I am a it