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
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