If I could list all the things that make me

I'd start with a child no older than three

It is her battling the noose of cancer--not me

My work ethic stems from two people, not three

One of whom a man with crumbling knees

It is he who labors noon to night--not me

And of the woman, I could tell you this

For her, power doesn't come in a fist

It's her pulling children from the abyss--not me

It takes a village, not just one

For we are but people, all said and done

It is thanks to them I've what I've become.

I've become me.