What Am I? Who Am I?
I am a man who stands
on his own two feet, who
stands for the right to learn,
to teach. The feeling is
oh so sweet. I am an
artist, who is proud, young
and strong. I am an artist,
who reaches and teaches
poetry to our students.
You ask me, “What are you?
and who are you?” I am
a man who is strong in
mind, heart, and soul. I do
my best to stay focused
and powerful with my poetry,
not my fists. You ask me,
“Are you really a teaching artist?
Can you really teach the
young generation poetry?”
I say, “You’re damn right I can.
Why? ‘Cause I am a teaching artist.
I am a strong man with
a lot on my mind. I
teach the younger generation
poetry and writing
and love every minute
of it.” You turn around
and disrespect me, say
that I cannot do it.
I cannot teach poetry.
Am I not real? You don’t
know me to judge what am I,
who I am. You say I
am no poet. Try teaching
my kids, work in my classroom,
and attend the summer seminars.
