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Classic I Am Poem

I am passionate and brilliant minded.
I am simple and plain.
I am jealous streaks and raised eyebrows.
I am the Bermuda Triangle and the feeling of pockets.
I am woooooo and lalalalalalalalalala singing off key and then on again.
I am a car wash and the sound of a hurricane at night before it calms.
I am the Lorax and Utopia's Sun.
I am the sword of Katona and Micheal Angelo's heart.
I am cupcakes I gave up for lent.
I am never enough and more than.
I am the mouth of babes you never listen to.
I am my mothers dimples and hands and laugh and any other good things that attracted my father.
I am short breaths and small fingers.
I am guitar strings and the throat of Jill Scott when she sings Lyzel in Eflat.
I am street corners, the block is hot, a mover and a shaker.
I am split ends and long braids.
I am black like my name spelt with a "Y".
I am O.G.
I am affirmations I don't always believe in.
I am learning how to believe in myself.
I am doctor touches and uncertainty.
I am full glasses and empty gas tanks.
I am more than a poet.
"I am almost human."