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Who Am I

Who am I? seems a simple question, me being who I am, it wasn't. This question was given, as an assignment one week at tech, 15 minute presentation, we all had to give. Everyone else looked happy, they talked among themselves, they all had ideas, of what they were about. I did pay attention, to a lot that was said, but it seemed to easy, I just didn't get it. Who am I?, what the heck is that suppose to mean, how do I perceive myself, in my own eye view?, well that eluded me too. For two weeks I struggled, endless nights sleep, I harassed everyone I knew with this question, to get there point of view. Then it finally hit me, as I shed through all the labels, I am nothing, I mimic everything. Everything I believe in, the way I live my life, the labels I carry, are not uniquely mine. I delivered my presentation, I was the only one who had this view, I am a parrot, I got an A+ too.

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Date: 2/12/2012 11:35:00 PM
How much I can relate to you then. Perhaps we are all a bit of nothing, but nothing is truly something--as you have shown in this excellent write! I enjoyed reading tonight. Take care, and keep writing, yes? Always, Laura
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Murray Mahauariki
Date: 2/13/2012 12:15:00 PM
Thank you - Muzz
Date: 2/12/2012 10:59:00 PM
Sounds like you are the opposite of a parrot. Even your take on the presentation was different than the others. I have read enough of your poems now to see you are definitely unique. You are nothing of a parrot at Poetry Soup. Anyway, you deserved that A+ for your honesty of how you see yourself. Blessings to you, Rhonda :)
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Murray Mahauariki
Date: 2/13/2012 12:14:00 PM
This was an on going argument I have had with everyone...lol The only thing that sets me apart of other people is the way I think. I guess we all have idea's on how we perceive ourselves. The essence of my poetry really is a place to vent, search for answers, my delivery may be different, but the end goal has commonality with other poets. Muzz

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