My Identity
Without my name I am an unknown entity
Wandering alone, accidentally
For I did not want to be stuck on this island
Now all I have is my name, brought to my parents from my descendants in Ireland
The first gift I have ever received
Given to me nine months after I was conceived
A name is all one really has in life
It outlasts the greatest pleasures...cars, money, a housewife
I don't need my favorite book or my mp3
All I need is my identity
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