Who I Am. Poem by David Kinyanjui
Who I Am.
This is who I am.
A human being who stretches his arm,
Not a course to any harm,
But instead help or raise the alarm.
A pen is my firearm,
And the words my charm.
Should I be invaded by a swarm,
Those two rest firmly in my forearm.
When things become lukewarm,
and sometimes get off my palm,
Still, this is who I am.
Tuesday, June 2, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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