Who am I Who am I, but flesh and bone, A few trivial words put to poem. A woman with a tender heart, To this world striving to be a part With foolish arrogance and closed eyes, Not always willing to compromise Who am I but all alone, To write such a solitary poem. To face the truth of who I am, To condemn myself who'll give a damn. Who I am, is what I'll be, God's not yet finished with me.