I am who I am
A heart that sings kind
To the poor I contribute
Such a rare commodity of an attribute
I am the roadside tram
I am the sacrificial lamb
I am the fraudulent scam
The little boy been pushed in a pram
I am the lover you have always wanted
The one in the forest you hunted
Yet, you ignored me when I fell into your trap
Instead took a nap as I painfully grunted
I am the angel in disguise
Playing the harp with retarded fingers
If you listen carefully
The rythms of the sounds are meant to linger
I am who I am
Accept me for what I am
I am the one who fell from grace to grass
Lying on the ground without any broken bones
Thereby I praise myself, for I can still fight on and on
I am the black and beautiful
Standing in the middle or side of your room
Polished by soft hands ever so often dutifully
Most of all
I am the one
who loves you like no other
I am the one
who knows you like no other
You treasure you and your freedom
And I will tell you no lies
For freedom itself, comes with a price
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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