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.
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