My version of "Ego-tripping"

There's a beautiful verse out there by Nikki Giovanni, called "Ego Tripping." It is a not-conventionally structured poem where you boast about your imaginary self, and so, here's my version of it:

I was made from shining stardust and created a world

I built an idea so brilliant

That even the giants could not stop it

Into the bellows laughs and cries

Through humanity I slithered and listened

I am cruel and comforting

My bare hands can cause chaos or create magic

With a simple look I silenced the nation of Yugoslavia

And with a touch I cured the Black Plague

I am remembrance

I am the builder of destiny

My fingers point

              To your love

              And your death

I have traveled hell for eight thousand hours

I am who scolds Zeus

And who kisses Aphrodite

My cousin is both Gatsby and Alexander the Great

By the end of October I gave him people

And by December he built a culture

I explore the gray faces of the worlds unknown

I gaze over their infinite horizons

              Bring to them eyes and ears

              As I bring forth the light

People travel from Mars through America and China

As I proudly mold them into my own sons

I am admired by all those who live

Only love from their minds comes to me