Who Am I? I Am! (Part Three)

who am i? i dare speak again... i am the migrant worker, going from field to field, none of which i own. i am the addict gone straight, the saint addicted to sin. i am the child adopted by women life partners, loved and fulfilled, and taught to respect. i am protest, i am questioning, i am doubt, i am reasoning. i am the teacher, the mill worker, the doctor, the dairy hand. i am love and sweat, the passion that trembles. i am failure and forgiveness, i am the crack in your mirror. i am the end of wars, the end of oil, and the shift. i am hatred held close till it breaks and shatters. i am the preacher gone silent, going from door to door. i am the book well read, and the end of ignorance. i am equality, in action not words. i am a cold drink of water, and a warm bowl of soup. i am the shadows you dare not name. i am the name, you dare not speak. i am the body of your desire... i am the grave, tended by crows....