I’m nothing more
than me ~ everyday
of common birth
and doing it my way
as only I could do it
the best I can ~
freely
independently
~ distinctly
from all the rest
of my kind ~
the humankind
maybe ~
not in bodily form
but through
characteristics
reflecting my soul
the very essence
molding my being
into who I am
and what I’m yet
to be ~ nothing
more than me
~ ~
~ do you see me
~ do you hear me
~ do you feel me
~ do you get me
as far as ~
my contribution
to the mix of all else ~
~ ~
if so or if not
whatever ~
yes ~ I can tell
I’m me ~
a little different
from you
in spite of any
way of belief
or national stigma
breeding
social inhibition
packaging
my acts ~ my living
conditions ~
my ills
into some box
that’s deserving
of any scourge
labeled upon me ~
I will go on
not as a victim
even if ~ death
is prematurely
knocking at my door
~ I’ll live
~ I’ll contribute
~ I’ll die
like any human
~ I’ll matter
till the end
~ I was
’cause
that’s
the spirit
birthing change
~ I’m me
Words by ~Keith Alan Hamilton~