Am I nothing more than the accumulation of skin and bone?

The aging of blood pumping flesh

Is my only function to suck in and breathe out

Am I nothing more than the than this?

But I am me

The consecrated decree of an everlasting coming together

The union and preparation of the chemistry of love between two people

And the preconceived idea of my maker

Surely, I am more than just a struggle to stay alive

A fight to exist against all odds

Among the pre-recorded data

Set down at this time in this place

According to my ethnic presupposition skin tone and DNA

 

Or am I just the sticky back plastic labelled

Stuck on the back of a shoe

Turned out like so many millions of others

Or am I not the product of careful planning

The amalgam of long tested research

With all the ridges bumps and perfected imperfections that form me

Not just another model of procreation

Just because God was bored one rainy windy Sunday afternoon

 

I am capable of so much more

I was born to ride the wind

To surf the waves of discontent

To push the boundaries of understanding

Knowing I will never know all there is to know

Yet having a thirst for more

And a hunger of desire to search and find all there is to be found

Demanding to be set free

Yes, I am all of those things

But I am so…so much more

Because I am human