i am, dear world—
nothing more but a girl.
give me my voice so i can scream,
give me my hand so i can reach,
give me my eyes so i can dream,
give me my ears so i can teach.
give me me, dear life,
give me me.
and i promise to nurture me,
like an acorn –i will be an oak,
then i vow to keep nursing me,
revive my every death like phoenix—
survive every ash, every fog, every smoke.
-fynn jamal
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