Yes I am, and this is my stature.
I’ve acknowledged humanity‘s expansion and extention.
The burden of proof is theirs and not on me,
To disprove me or dismay me otherwise.
But I tell you I am.
Regardless of the exterior and superficial ,
Of the mere sight that speculate and perceive.
Try and pierce through the dressings and you’ll see.
Come and remember the bare fundamentals,
Of similarities that binds us as one of a whole.
Like an outcry for silence in a sea of angry voices.
That begs you to feel and listen without prejudice.
When wounded I feel pain, like the likes of many.
When happy I exalt joy, like a child’s cry of glee.
When hurt tears burn behind my eyes,
yearning to be comforted by someone who gives a ****.
I am because I am,
A mind and a heart that pumps the desire to live.
I wake with the same sun and sleep under the same stars.
On the same ground, same air, you and I try to survive.
I am you when I look in the mirror.
I am because what sustains me sustains you.
That when cut will bleed the same color.
So therefore you are the intricate and pure just as I am.
You, me, them, and the rest.