It’s the words
That make me,
That made me who I am today.

The words
That shaped me,
That crafted my form from their rhythms.

The words
That haunt me,
That torment me and shadow my every step.

The words
That force me,
That make me analyse every syllable of their being.

The words
That wow me,
That make me stare in awe at their splendour.

The words
That shock me,
That make us reel at the hate in the voices that utter them.

The words
That mould me,
That push my fingers to spread their messages across the page.

The words
That create me,
That made me who I am today, and who I could never wish to be.