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I am of the past and present, of the today’s as much as yesterdays,
People of this world, ever changing of today,
Normal as well as weird a slave as well as a free man,,
stuffed with the stuff that is harsh and stuffed with 
	the stuff that is kind, 
One of  the cherished persons, the person, the person of many 
	the weak the same and the strong the same,
A child as a slave, An adult blind 
	and unseeing ,
A teacher as a leader, a student following their
	ways trying to understand the complicated ways
	of life,
A feather as weightless as air, a rock ever so heavy
 	dragging us down til the feather begins to rise in us
A girl as a women, a boy as a man making choices
	ever forgiving, sometimes regretting, often mistaking,
A shirt as ever covering, a naked body as a blank paper
 	covered with own stories of every person , struggle, choice
	covering our life under clothes 

A Father as protector, a mother as angel ever looking 
	out for us with arms grasping to us and eyes open wide
	to see 
A  son as a child, a daughter as a child listening learning
	to deal with the life in which we are handed
A hand as a tissue, a foot as a stepper, wiping tears
	with the backs of our hands trying to stand our ground 
	but sometimes falling farther down 
Comrade of jocks and outcasts.. Comrade of individuals
	standing for themselves, living their life
Comrade of complex and simple- comrade of everything
	Different, changing 
A friend with drama, a enemy with plans,
A beginner trying of new things,
Of unknown info and unclear thoughts and new problem solving,
	though  trying
Not of the After Life but of the Living or
	those surviving ,
A killer, gay, or a slave … a doctor, straight, 
	or a free man 
A sadist, drama creator, outcast, loving person,  or popular.
I don’t take life for more than I can take,
And live the days as if today is my last day;
And  continue on til my time.
The caring and the heartless are in their places,
The pain I can see and the pain I can’t see are where they will stay
The life I live is the life I will live
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