You ask me
What am I?What am I?
What am I?
I am what eyes would perceive as a vanishing point of humanity
That couldn’t be
Because you go all the way from A to Z
Alpha omega someone once put it to me
Me a reflection of this cosmic poet’s imagery
Caught in-between the boundaries
Of metaphysical realities
And spiritualists technicalities of identity
And you ask me
What am I?
What am I?
What am I?
I am what isolated and segregated senses would reject
I am love
Love that would in fact infect
Like the fall of man brought death
Coming this time to bring life and to resurrect
With rejuvenation
Joy and jubilation
Praise and exultation
And an ecstatic elation
Of sensations so strong we couldn’t even name ’em
And you ask me
What am I?
What am I?
What am I?
I am what idle tongues touching tidal waves say
To make the apathetic and dead raise from their graves
I am not what I say
I don’t fit into words
I am not what I do
I don’t fit into verbs
I am not what I own
Because this world is not my home
Though I stand as one I never stand alone
And you ask me
What am I?
What am I?
What am I?
I am what ice is to fire
A melting heart in the wake of your desire
Sins sweat as my forehead perspires
Nervous of this holy closeness
Eye to eye
We stare and admire
You are love love love love love love love love love
Can I say it any higher
Can I get the truth turned up to drown out this liar
You are love love love love
Love what you are
Love the smooth face and love the hidden scars
And you ask me
What am I?
What am I?
What am I?
I am
Breathing
Being
Believing in what I am
And I finally understand
I am what I am
All praise to the great I am
This poem won first place in the recent poetry slam sponsored by the English department.
