i am, become... <br />i am the dust <br />of the Great Depression, <br />the bodies falling from windows, <br />when the stock market crashed. <br />i am the victims of Mccarthyism, <br />the troubadour of the working class. <br /> <br />i am the young boy hanging <br />from the arch above the door. <br />i am the woman washing clothes <br />in a stained old sink. <br />i am the old man stacking firewood, <br />i am the young man bulletproof. <br /> <br />i am the lovers' cry, <br />the backseat of a car. <br />i am the preacher, <br />the bride, and the groom. <br />i am the simple hard worked for, <br />the dream in a baby's flesh... <br /> <br />i am hunger and callous, <br />i am grit and determination. <br />i am honest and brash. <br />i am quiet and respectful. <br /> <br />i am history and hope, <br />i am invention, and drive. <br />i am two ears, and one mouth! <br /> <br />i am, and more... <br />i am America, still being born... <br />i am, become...<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-still-being-born/
