Poem -

Who am I ?

Who am I ?

Who am I? 
I am the same version of you with a different story to tell
The very story carved by my life experiences,  in my brain cells
Endless childhood stories my  grandmother read at night
To help my eyes close and feel home when father took flight 
Aswell I am dreadful loneliness that captivated me at age 5 
The very pain that was felt  for first time my heart took a knife
I am insensitive bullies that insulted my roots ,  everyday in school stepped on my intelligence with their foots
The identity is not who I am , that's created from people ,  places ,  minds ,  my body got intertwined with 
Traditions ,  morals and norms my mother implemented , based on myths
For so long her truth , societies truth was my truth
Until I drank some magical elixir , which opened my third eye and revealed that gospel of  untruth
Bitterness didn't captivate my being but slowly and passionately  understood , that 
water , earth , plants , animals , humans , you name it
Are complex essences of star dust floating in space , sitting in moonlit
Becoming aware of interconnectivity  was universes gift
In this human form while I breathe, while I shift
Than my mind realised that I can be whatever I identify my self with .

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