Shaking that blue eyed strangers hand, <br />Him asking what I am, <br /> <br />I am a person of morals, <br />With nothing to show for it. <br /> <br />I am the girl wondering the halls alone, <br />Wanting someone to care. <br /> <br />I am the answer to his betrayed heart, <br />But still looking for my question. <br /> <br />I am the 30 year old women without a lover, <br />As I can see everyone tie the knot that I know. <br /> <br />I am the unfertile women, <br />That dreams of a big family of my own. <br /> <br />I am the pilot of the plane, <br />Without a co-pilot. <br /> <br />I am the girl with a problem, <br />But no one is around to listen. <br /> <br />I am the only black girl in the a room, <br />Filed with white men. <br /> <br />I am the teen who reaches out for someone's help, <br />But no one seems to have time for me. <br /> <br />I am a women sleeping alone, <br />Without my lover. <br /> <br />I am the old women at a nursing home, <br />Without any family to make sure I am O.K. <br /> <br />I am the drunken women living within my bottle, <br />Who’s unintentional suicide is all to near, <br />Within my broken dreams, <br />Drowning in my pool of doubt, <br />With no one to hear my screams. <br /> <br />I am lonely.<br /><br />Mrs. Cynosure<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-188/
