What am I?
I am a precious flower in its young years of blooming,
A generation for the first time speaking,
I am bittersweet with a hint of adventure,
They laugh because I am different,
But I laugh because they are all the same,
I stand my ground, and will not be shaken.
No politician will define what I believe,
No law will silence what I think is right,
I believe, Options are immunity to being told I am wrong,
I am what I am.
I grow on you like a flower,
I am inconsistent crying out for consistency,
I am confidence in despise of fear,
My concentration contains a deadly flaw,
My conversations turn into blah, blah, blah,
But I am still sane in my world of disbelief,
Even though I disagree with what the world thinks,
I make room for possibility when they make room for argument,
I am new age technology undiscovered but present in the generation,
I have a body, but I am a soul,
What I am, is me!
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Written August 31st, 2006
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wow, totally didn't expect something like this. This is amazing. It's nice to meet you.
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this is really good
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Now that is a mind blower.. seriously I loved this poem.. it was deep and moving.. it was different and not the same thing I happen to read every single day. I loved how this was a message of self acceptance and the knowledge of who you are and no one could or will ever change that. Brilliant my friend! Not to mention your word usage.. anyone who knows me would tell you that I am a huge fan of three things.. uncommon and big words, metaphors, and deep raw emotion.. You used wonderful words and the perfect amount of contradiction through the middle of this poem, you also portrayed honesty and emotion. And YAY!! You threw in a metaphor!!! Thank you imensely for entering this gorgeous poem into my contest.
Amy -
this is really good
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this is really good
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this is really good
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