I Am A Man Poem by Jim Boone

Who made it through
The growing up years
Hearing what I was
Supposed to do
Knowing what I
Wanted to do
But no matter
What others may
Have said, I am a man.

Being mocked
Then being praised
Never made any sense:
The world isn't on a seesaw
So why are so many
Who live in it?

Calling me those names
Was no worse than
All the other names
You called each other - still
We are all God's children
Brothers and sisters
Different and connected.

We don't always have to
See eye to eye, but we
Should try to love oneanother.

My feelings may take a
Special turn, but I am a man.

1962