我的大儿子十二岁了。这是一篇他在学校写的诗叫“ＩAm”。这种诗体是在说一个东西，你猜猜是什么？

I Am

I am great and powerful.

I wonder about my ability to move others to the point to take action.

I hear things being spoken in a gentle calm like springs gale.

I see flowing lines of letters that break in overwhelming emotion.

I want to see many of us being used to bring equality to this world.

I am great and powerful.

I pretend I am a flowing poem and end in a powerful line.

I feel good when I am spoken to a crowd thundering in cheers.

I touch the hearts of many when the day comes when poems are great.

I worry about being sent into silence.

I cry when no one speaks out against the injustice of silence.

I am great and powerful.

I understand the hearts of many and fill their accommodations.

I say that the day that we rule will be the day many will rise.

I dream that we will be understood by all and many.

I try to make the world one that not only do we believe but open the world to many.

I hope that we become more than letters on a page and we are open to the ideas of many.

I am great and powerful.