You know who I am, and I hurt when you lie to me.

I hurt when you steal, kill, or bear false witness.

I hurt when you will not give your best to me, though I have given all I can to you.

You know who I am, that’s why your indifference is like daggers in my heart.

That’s why I ache when you do not care.

That’s why I cry when you do not try; when you can but you prefer to join others to exploit me.

You know who I am – I am your wife, your mother; your father and daughter.

I am the man on the street, the begger you walk by;

I am your brother and friend, the hungry thief in the night, the heartless fool on the corner.

You know who I am – I am Earth; I am you…