I Am Who I Am!

I am who I am A heart that sings kind To the poor I contribute Such a rare commodity of an attribute I am the roadside tram I am the sacrificial lamb I am the fraudulent scam The little boy been pushed in a pram I am the lover you have always wanted The one in the forest you hunted Yet, you ignored me when I fell into your trap Instead took a nap as I painfully grunted I am the angel in disguise Playing the harp with retarded fingers If you listen carefully The rythms of the sounds are meant to linger I am who I am Accept me for what I am I am the one who fell from grace to grass Lying on the ground without any broken bones Thereby I praise myself, for I can still fight on and on I am the black and beautiful Standing in the middle or side of your room Polished by soft hands ever so often dutifully Most of all I am the one who loves you like no other I am the one who knows you like no other You treasure you and your freedom And I will tell you no lies For freedom itself, comes with a price Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi