Seeing Me Poem by Ashley burnam

I am no more a poet
than you are the man people call savior.
I use pencil, papers
Simples tools people can use and get.

I went to and am still moving
through this life.
Going to school, as you do.
Living a normal life like you.

Then why, I ask you.
Why do I, of all people
make the slouping and lines of a writer,
no wait, that any person can use?

Beacuase I am Human!
Its been this way for us
long as my family, myself, and
the world can recall.

This makes me human, like you
You look at my marks on paper,
as a gift.
Labelling me as a writer, poet, journalist.

Dont forget i came to this world like you,
Imperfect just like you,
even if you dont see it.
I can taste, see, touch, hate, wonder,
lust greed, even love like you.

I am a poet, writer, journalist too you.
Set perfectly into a place you think i 'fit'
PLease, see me as something else,
Something more.

Please..