I Am Who I Am And It Is What It Is


Well I AM WHO I AM and you can like me
Or leave me I really don’t give a damn
I am a hot-blooded Aries through and through
And I will have my way if it’s the last thing I do
Don’t you ever underestimate me, I will prove
You wrong every time and once I get something
In my head you cannot change my mind, no not
Even if you were the Pope or the President
Of The United States, no one and I do mean
No one decides my fate…
That’s just the way of an Aries, that’s just the
Way of the Ram ‘cuz I AM WHO I AM and you
Can love me or leave me I really just don’t
Give a damn…
Unless you are a Greek God or a Sagittarius
Those are two of my weaknesses I’ve yet
To resist for what it’s worth ‘cuz I AM WHO
I AM AND IT IS WHAT IT IS!

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through poetry.com and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through Lulu.com. After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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