i am, become... br i am the lonesome wail br of streets gone empty, br of factories deserted, br of shops closed down. br i am the abortion clinic bombed br by the right wing fanatic, br and the baby left with a baby br that she cannot raise. br br i am the food pantry, br the mission, the soup line... br my faces used to be your neighbors. br i am the tractor rusted in the snow, br the well gone dry... br br i am the young gay couple br wanting so much to marry, br i am the fundamentalist afraid br of anything i dont understand. br br i am the heroin addict br on the endless stoop, br i am the black child growing up br in a neighborhood terrorized. br br i am the immigrant looking for work, br i am the crops left rotting in the fields... br i am the bedpan changer, the floor sweeper, br and the emergency room nurse... br br i am the single mom, br food stamps, and no work... br the young man who drives br the old woman out to vote. br br i am the balled up fist, br the set lip, the phallic rose... br i am America exploding! br i am, become...