"I am", The dirt on the ground I am; the sound you hear from a car, I am; the ear when you yell in the crowds on the street during afternoon lunch. I am; the dog that is alert and barks, I am; the wheels on the bike that moves around, I am; the lips that whistles when you not listening. I am; the motion in the ocean, when you get out the water, I am; the ash on your body when you need lotion. I am; the corner store in the hood when you need that ice-cold beer or that soda pop. I am; the gum on the ground, that has seen blood from a gunshot wound and innocence that was left on the ground. I am; the tear that fell from the eye, I am; pain when our people die, I am; that guy that gives praise to God and the glory, when I look up in the sky.   (I AM)  Poem by Le'Andre' J Dukes