Identity

Identity

A Poem by H. A. M.
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Not fitting in with your own and trying to.

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Identity
 
My speech is not so complex
or vibrant
But still…
Words get lobotomized.
Understood yes…
But I can’t express my self.
So now I feel castrated.
 
In actions
The right thing to do
Is the wrong thing to do.
When rational screams a muted,
muffled
protest.
I pretend not to hear
and do something… tactless.
 
In likes and dislikes
I down play my ‘what I likes’
in favor of ‘what you like’.
I know my taste is not your favorite.
Also not popular with the crowd held at bay.
 
Thoughts that race a mile a minute
Having seizure like ideas
because they come like that.
Still I keep them in the
Shallow end
because that’s what’s expected
from the community pool.
Drown the impossible dreams
with the good ideas
like unwanted kids
so I can have friends.
 
Abortion is the term for it.
 
Same uniform and still
I don’t fit in.
Because
Opposites don’t attract
they just cling to each other.
In short….
 
Why do I have to lie to you…
to be black?
 
No one came to my house and handed me a script
and said…
 
“Hurry up and get to wardrobe!
So you can be fitted
with the style of the day
that lasts for a minute.”
 
No one handed me a script and said…
“Hurry up!”
“Read on the way.
 Here’s the role your gonna play.”
Hmmmm….
Department Store Suspect.
I played that yesterday.
 
Afraid to deviate from your norm
I adjust to the insane.
And pretend to like simple things.
Yet the obvious outcast
Can still be the next trail blazer.
 
Cut up sentences
with new words
illegal in this house.
 
Method of thought stays in the red
Stays negative.
Always frustrated.
I wonder…
If comedians really entertain
…or preach to me how I’m supposed to be.
 
Do doves care to be eagles?
 
Do dolphins dream to be whales?
 
It’s an assumption
(I think…)
something smaller would want to be
something bigger.
My key to happiness seems to be
Just accepting me
and others
as is.
While you get bent out of shape
when someone doesn’t look
or
act like your normal, regular
view of your world..
 
If your truth gets shaken
down to cracked foundations
then…
maybe…
it’s…
not real truth
or
you need to reassess.
 
So…
 
Why do I have to lie to you…
to be me?
 
…I thought we were better than that.
 
 
 
 

© 2008 H. A. M.


Author's Note

H. A. M.
Again...just trying to be accepted and fit in.

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This is REALLY relatable...it's not always color that is a barrier in terms of acceptance...for instance, I was the blonde who was obviously dumb and had nothing to offer....anyway, this is excellent....it really brings truth to the way society seems to dictate how we SHOULD be...f' that! I think there is more and more room for people who live outside the box ;)

Posted 16 Years Ago


4 of 4 people found this review constructive.




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Forever the question, I think we all seek this answer. The only thing we know for sure is that the only person that can accept us is us. A enjoyed this peice, the rattled tumbling of words only added to the confused mind of the writer. A strong piece honey. I especially loved this two lines:

Do doves care to be eagles?
Do dolphins dream to be whales?

I doubt this questioning ever really leaves us.

Mx


Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Its hard on people to accept the fact that someone is different in his thoughts, that some-one is probably more intelligent than the rest so what is more readily executable on their part is to slighten the person, belittle him. Make him feel bad about him being better than others, his rare qualities, about him being a human at all.
Appreciation is loosing its essence and what is gaining importance is criticizing. The better you are able to criticize someone of their good qualities and deeds the more you would be respected and well-known in the group.
Good job. Nicely done.

Shinjini


Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

mmm...
good questions
words like "lobotomized", "castrated", etc... shows your nerdy side...
^-^
its good to be a nerd...once in a while
lol...nerd talking here
ignore me...hyper on lack of sleep...kind of

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Above all else, to thine own self be true. I have seen good people treated badly for no reason other than a slight difference in skin tone, and haven;t we all felt there were times when we felt we did not get the treatment a decent person deserves because of our views? Excellent work. I commend you for sharing this!

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

This is REALLY relatable...it's not always color that is a barrier in terms of acceptance...for instance, I was the blonde who was obviously dumb and had nothing to offer....anyway, this is excellent....it really brings truth to the way society seems to dictate how we SHOULD be...f' that! I think there is more and more room for people who live outside the box ;)

Posted 16 Years Ago


4 of 4 people found this review constructive.

This was spot on about the roles we have to play for others when we should be able to just be ourselves. Great write and a great read. You did well. Kudos.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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