I am
poetry


          I Am A
Cosmonaut
Cradled in dangers
Orbiting a garden universe
Snipping cosmos, probing Venus,
Sighting summer's end blindly, 
Weightily weightless
Spinning out of reach,
          out
            of
             reach
Signaling strangers.
LENORE MARSHALL
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Who Am I?

The trees ask me,
And the sky,
And the sea asks me

     Who am I? 

The grass asks me,
And the sand,
And the rocks ask me
     Who am I?

The wind tells me
At nightfall,
And the rain tells me
     Someone small.

     Someone small
     Someone small
          But a piece
                    of 
                    it 
                   all.  
FELICE HOLMAN
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          I Am

impossible to explain
remote from old and new interpretations
and yet
not exactly

JUNE JORDAN

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I Am An Individual

I am an individual.
I have dignity and worth.
I am unique.
I deserve respect and I respect others.
I am part of the human family.
I have something special to offer the world.
I am committed to a peaceful world for all of us.
I make a difference, and so do you.
I can accomplish whatever I set out to do, and so can you.
I am the key to peace.

Naomi Drew

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Where I'm From

I am from clothespins,
from Clorox and carbon-tetrachloride.
I am from the dirt under the back porch.
(Black, glistening
it tasted like beets.)
I am from the forsythia bush,
the Dutch elm
whose long gone limbs I remember
as if they were my own.

I'm from fudge and eyeglasses,
from Imogene and Alafair.
I'm from the know-it-alls and the pass-it-ons,
from perk up and pipe down.
I'm from He restoreth my soul with a cottonball lamb
and ten verses I can say myself.

I'm from Artemus and Billie's Branch,
fried corn and strong coffee.
From the finger my grandfather lost to the auger
the eye my father shut to keep his sight.
Under my bed was a dress box
spilling old pictures,
a sift of lost faces
to drift beneath my dreams.
I am from those moments
snapped before I budded
leaf-fall from the family tree.

        George Ella Lyon

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I Myself

I myself
met me face to face at a crossroads.
I saw in my face
a stubborn expression, and a hardness
in the eyes, like
a man who would stop at nothing.

The road was narrow, and I said to me:
"Stand aside, let
me pass,
for I have to get to such and such a place."

But I was weak, and my enemy
fell upon me with all the weight of my flesh
and I was left defeated in the ditch.

That's the way it happened, and I never could
reach that place, and ever since
my body walks alone, getting lost,
distorting whatever plans I make.

Angel Gonzalez (Translated from Spanish by Steven Ford Brown and Gutierrez
Revuelta)

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