Identity Is Self-Worth

I should embrace the thought of Karma, that positive aspect that could change me, instead I rely on my irresistible Charisma which sparks the friendlessness in me. I'm more than a kind-hearted man when it it comes to helping others by lending a hand; I am the universal believer of honor and respect, of diversity and equality; I can be anyone's friend. These traits were instilled in me by kind people, who had endless faith in God and smiled at life even when they faced the most challenging struggle; in the land of brotherhood and continuous strife, my people preserved their identity and great culture that the invaders envied them for their ampleness of wisdom, for the richness of their land, so they usurped their kingdom. Never being ashamed of what I am and being that light, I have found my self-worth in loving and compassionate eyes; and they deserve the right to abundance, and when it's scarce, they compromise by singing from windows and balconies... believing that those doing harm are punishing themselves for envying what they possess: the extraordinary strength to fight. I lament the decay of institutions, I revel the concept of a rebirth of the Mezzogiorno* that can put real gold in their empty hands, but this image is a deterrent to go forward and be productive; perhaps in my lifetime, I will not see these changes, it's so elusive to look away and not consider that this society deserves self-worth and embark on a journey as their forefathers did in these rich lands. * The Mezzogiorno ( Southern Italy ) is still a colony of Northern Italy since the Unification of Italy in 1861. King Vittorio Emanuele II ordered a genocide of all the rebels who opposed his government and that included their families. They were called Briganti ( lawless ). The Italian President Napolitano refused to honor them with A Remembrance Day, and yet he honored a king who ordered the massacre of thousands of innocent people including Neapolitan and Bourbon soldiers.