I'M Like All Others - Poem by Marlene Taylor
Like the sky that doesn't know whether it will be blue or gray,
but yet it's there.
Like the sun that doesn't know whether it will rise or set, but
yet it rise.
Like the moon that doesn't know when it will appear, but yet it
Like the star that doesn't know whether it will twinkle alone,
but yet it twinkles.
Like a drop of rain that doesn't know where it will drop, but yet
Like the wind that doesn't know in which direction it will blow,
but yet it blows.
Like a flower that doesn't know whether it will wither or bloom,
but yet it blooms.
Like a tree that doesn't know whether it will grow big or small,
but yet it grows.
Like the air that we breathe that we can't see, but yet it's
I'm like all other origins of every generation, I will not bow
down to any accusation that I'm some imitation or duplication,
my Being exists because of my God Almighty, the creator of this creation and His origination.
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