I’ve been searching, for my identity and soul.
Wondering, who I could have been.
While trying to make myself whole,
I’ve been looking within.
I’ve been studying the past of my family, see.
Wondering, what it would be like not to be me.
What if, I had a different Mom or Dad or Family?
Would I be rich or poor, snotty or nice? What would I be?
I realized at last.
That I’m glad my mother is "My Mother",
And that I should leave the past in the past.
I’m glad there’s no other.
In the end, I think I always could see,
That I never would have been anyone else because, I’m just me.
A contest entry
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425 points, ended September 21, 2007, 74 entries
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A very very cool piece that it's now a finalist!!
Thnx for entering & Best of Luck
GloriousGift
Heba
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