What am I?
Am I more than a name?
I am human, a person, a living being.
Yes, I speak and have a sapient physique like most of my species.
I do not scurry like a rat, nor fly like a bar.
I am human.
I am a daughter, a sister, a friend.
Yes, I have a family to adore and friends to care for like most of my species.
I do not spend my days alone nor do I have no one to share with.
I am a daughter.
I am a chef, a baker, a cook.
Yes, I make batters and assemble meal platters as many do.
I do not only order out, nor do I only wait to be served with a pout.
I am a chef.
I am an academic, a reader, a watcher.
Yes, I enjoy books and go seek knowledge from far reaching nooks as many do.
I do not only go play, nor do I only sleep my days away.
I am an academic.
I am an artist, a painter, a sculptor.
Yes, I draw with pencil and carve with special utensils like several others.
I do not merely see, nor do I look at the world with a mind so bleak.
I am an artist.
I am a writer, a poet, an author.
Yes, I weave stories and build worlds of many categories like several others.
I do not merely read, nor do I let ideas dissipate from my head.
I am a writer.
I am disabled, an anomaly, a limited being.
Yes, I use a cane and take medications for the pain like few do.
I do not walk well, nor do I feel the sensitivity in my leg dispel.
I am disabled.
God’s name is Yahweh, meaning I Am.
Just as the Lord is the Lord, I am me.
I am not just a brain, nor am I someone else.
I am myself.
Who am I?
And what will I be?
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