Posted in Poetry

Identidad

So goes the question of identity

What makes a person fundamentally 

The question that determines my identity 

Who am I

And who I’ve been 

If I say yes, is my answer right?

It’s how you see me

If I say no, is my answer wrong?

Different than who I seem to be

The people my body represents 

The history that my mind cannot repress

The power that my soul seems to possess

How many waves can I make for myself

It’s the culture in my hands that makes me perplexed

For part of my identity is passed form one generation to the next

But

The people that my gender represents 

The knowledge my mind seems to possess

The passion that my soul cannot suppress

 How many waves can I make for myself

It’s the ideas and words that I believe in that makes me want to express

For it’s the defiance of society that shows to impress

So I’ll ask again 

Who am I

Is my identity 

How you see me to be

Or do I get to choose

Who I see in me