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I Am Poem (about me)
I am the pale, thick cheeked child of Latvia,
And so too attests my starchy blond hair. I am the young and soupy culture of America, And so says the lack of butter blond in my hair. I am the new age, cosmopolitan citizen of North Arlington, And so are the people I associate with. I am from the children of Communism, poverty and starvation. I am among the children of the children of the depression, And the children disappointed by the failed hopes of their generation. I am a foreign native who would go back to prosperity. I am a chameleon in my eyes, I encompass the spectrum, From lion’s fun, And the majestic mix of brown and green of the mighty oak, To the grey-blue of the mountains always in the distance. I am in a bronze helmet, with flowing fields of wheat dispersed by pebbles of onyx, And in the mighty sun only then does the forbidden amber of my birthstone come out. I am a deep, creamy and rich purple of opulence, And it shines through my heart and soul. I am a reclusive turtle surrounded by and ocean of friends, A fierce tiger, Protective as a lion of his cubs, Serene as an otter, And a calm preying mantis. I am a walker in those awkward pauses, Unbreakable like titanium, A fast trotter when at peace under natural conditions, And a powerhouse runner when help is needed. I am one who dreams to go back to Latvia, To my birthplace, To my past, And to my other family. I am a dreamer of changing the world, whether curing ‘this’ and helping ‘them’, Or ultimately making a difference and being a memory. I am dreaming of finding relatives lost, but not forgotten, To remake relationships lost, but not forgotten. I am myself and no one can say otherwise. I am me. |
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