I am....

I am a lemon with a twist,

I am a dewdrop full of mist,

I am a child filled with bliss,

I am but a gentle kiss,

I am invisible but I show,

I am a burned out lamp that still does glow,

I am bold, though you may not know,

I am the hort that does not blow,

I am used, but still brand new,

I am a mystery without a clue,

I am falst, but forever true,

I am me and also you.....

I am a flower opening my buds,

I do not fight with fists, but with hugs,

I am a push without the shove,

creeping, oh, so softly, I am love.

I am deaf, but I can hear,

I am afraid, but I have no fear

I am forever constant throughout the year,

I am smart and my actions make it clear,

I am with the dork who was thrown in the corner,

I am at the funeral standing next to the mourner,

I am with the sad, small boy who people call a slow learner,

I stand beside the person who is rejected because he is a foreigner,

I hear the cry of a small boy saying saying his prayers,

I see the hearts of a million set up in flares,

I taste the bitter words and the nasty stares,

I can touch the small girl and feel her many tears,

I am with the stressed out man living in strife,

I am in touch with the husband who lost his beloved wife,

I am stopping the man who is holding a knife,

creeping, oh, so softly, I am life.

Khendi White

This has been one of my favorite poems for years. It has so much meaning, so much truth.