Identity
A number
In a national system
Woman
Height
Colour of my eyes
Nothing about
Who
I am
Inside
All of that
Supposed to be
Self-defined
Identity
Mother of a child
Child of a mother
Every day
One foot in front of the other
Surviving
Creating a living
Relying on others
Needs first
Quenching a thirst
Wrapped in my worth
In each breath
Victorious
Identity
Professional
Huddled in a corner
Knees tucked under
Lost in the dark
Trying to find the spark
A shining light
Wading through the fights
Screaming
I might
Suppress the terror
See the blunders
Misplace me
Never
Again
Identity....
By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-01-17.
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