Who Are We?

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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josselsonr30

 

Who am I?
Nothing but a part of a whole.

 

I am who I want to be –

A teacher, a writer

A technician, an electrician

It’s to bad that you’re too blind to see.

 

In a world where the individual exists

Only in the mind

And people are judged based on the facts presented

Make a world we should have left behind.

 

We’re based off sex, race, and age

And it’s the last one that triggers rage

 

Judgments aren’t singular – we aren’t viewed as ourselves, just

Living representations

Of disappointments

And degradations

 

The newest generation

Is given expectations

That we’re to fulfill despite our obligations

 

But we’re too busy;

There’s only twenty-four hours in a day

Pushing our minds any harder

Will make them start to fall away

 

Who am I?

How should I know?
Between misconceptions from the media

Falsehood from the family

And lies from life

There is no other place to go

But the confines society restricts us to.     

 

Where our immaturity

Is a liability

When it should be

A blessing

 

And naïveté and innocence

Are looked upon

As ignorance.

Not something worth protecting

 

I don’t see me in the mirror

But the generation of us

The selfish, heartless, absorbed teenagers

 

In a world where we

Are given categories and labels

There are no individuality

No families, just casualties

 

So it’s not: Who am I?

It’s: Who are we?

 

If everyone would just SEE

 

We’re people

We’re believers

We’re hopers

We’re dreamers

 

So who are we?

We’re whoever we want to be.

 

Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression! 

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