Who am I you ask?A Poem by Emily QuinnWho am I you ask? Such a complex question indeed Countless wrong answers carve words into stone Part grass at their roots for paths unatoned Snaking mazes of bemused passage, Wind illogically without rhyme As vertigo overwhelms the unseeing eye And misdirection renders us blind. To know one’s self can be a lifetime task Of many wrong turns knotting those trails With shifting land below one’s feet Breaking our paths into stumbling defeat. All broken paths make way for the last With yielding ground to pillow our toes And grand illumination to radiate the way With a sheen of clarity washing the grey Who am I you ask? I think I now know I’m compassion for humans, fighting for rights With strong willed morals and unrelenting fight I am wanting the chance to shower with love Underprivileged children of all decree A home diverse of a variety so wide Disabled, abused, abandoned, loved with pride Awareness will be brought to those dismissed And oblivion will once no longer exist For issues of trafficking, of humans or wares That Ignored in our own countries affairs So one day I dream of better life for some To nation’s I’ll go in need of help With issues of poverty, race and rights As I battle for equality through many sleepless nights Who am I you ask? Your answer you have Only small portion this is of myself as a whole But a poem’s too short, I won’t pretend; just know I’m a human rights activist with a love for pen © 2010 Emily QuinnAuthor's Note
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Added on August 2, 2010Last Updated on August 2, 2010 AuthorEmily QuinnCanadaAboutWell. . . it's now 2020. I used to be an extremely active member here on Writerscafe before 3 University degrees, a kid and life happened. I haven't been active on this site in eight years but am now.. more..Writing
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