I am my mother's confessional ears,
the nose and tolerance of my father,
the strength they both provide.
I am my neighbour's passivity,
the laughter and comfort of my friends'
the seek from which I hide.

I am indefinably defined,
etched inside frames by the
histories who stood there to learn
the textbook I have been written.
I am more than a certificate
twenty one years young but
cannot forge the DNA to lie.

I am the inequality of my sex,
the intelligence of average,
the statistic of my population.
I am the eyes of innocence,
the naivety of my own youth,
the seed of the All's creation.

I am the despair of the lonely,
spawned hatred of the persecuted,
the fear of those who cry away.
I am the anger of my position,
the fire of the blood boiled before me,
the words they all want to say.

I am all things false and true,
the essence of me, the reflection of you.

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