Who Am I?

[Edited by Agatha Bahati]

Who am I?
I am human.
Just part of a perfect species:
One that knows right from wrong,
Yet finds purpose
In proving one as the other;
One that shuns differences
And stamps loneliness on uniqueness.

Who am I?
I am human.
I claim to be imperfect
Yet my very fabric of existence
Spells my hunger for perfection.
I find comfort in public appraisals
That I hope
Define me as me.

Who am I?
I am human.
Whose hunger for truth
And the pride instilled since birth
Draws my paths and drives my rights and wrongs.

Who am I?
I am human,
Who paints a blurred line
Between emotion and sense
Whose confidence is spelt out by smiles
And pats I get from my words.

Who am I?
I am human,
Out in the open world,
Whose freedom depends on what walls sorround me,
Whose fear of death gives me will to live.
Whose will to live drives me on.
I am human.