LOST IDENTITY

He grew wild fins Spinning in the depths Like a wild tilapia Drifting further, losing his identity. No sooner did the cool breeze Caress his tender skin Than arrogance was unleashed Breaking free from the roots of his kin. He speaks with a tongue Sharp and unkind A stranger, like an untamed soul His true self slipping away, identity lost. Once known as a Sierra Leonean A product of a good home Now his voice carries a foreign tone His essence scattered, his identity gone.