I am a poet
I wonder about the cause for freedom.
I hear my ancestors crying for hope.
I see chaos everywhere and hope fading.
I want knowledge to spread like AIDS.
I am a fighter.
I pretend its 1960"s, and I am at the front of a freedom rally.
I touch minds with my visions and passions.
I cry for purpose in life.
I am mentally free.
I understand the power of words and faith.
I say that hope lives where faith slept last nite.
I dream of being loved, known, and remembered.
I try to find purpose in all things.
I hope my presence proves worthy to my people.
I am alive, through words.
I am a poet.
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