The Fact of Fiction

Self-identification

How should I go about this?

I would like to say

“I’m Isaiah”

But that is merely a false identification

A meager attempt to distinguish myself from the rest

The truth is

I am not Isaiah

I am not black

I am not my gender

I am not a generalization

I am me

I am passionate

What I do does not define me

Nor the premises I was assigned at birth

These are merely organizational structures

Needed to calculate a worth

However vain

The attempt is still at work

But to me

Worth is a concept similar to beauty

Though it can never truly be calculated

Worth is not meant to be calculated

Worth is simply perception

And I have my current perception

And a long time ago, I had a concept

I knew what I wanted then

And I know what I want now

The popular kid

The jock

The one at the top bid

The one who people consider to rock

Desires of the past long since dead

Now I desire to delve

In bliss when I lay my head

I had an idea

That was my pursuit

Know I have knowledge

And have put on the proper suit

The football player never came

The jazz will play

I am passionate

And passionate I will stay.