Who Are You

Who are you!!!

it doesn’t matter as you will be judged
not by who you are
but by the perceptions of “who – they think - you are”.

Oh, I know, you don’t judge - you evaluate
my look, my posture, the tilt of my head
the whiteness of my teeth, the “cut of my jib”

filter all that I say through the detritus
of your mind, your experiences,
your standards of excellence – or fraud.

My background will sway your interpretation
of all I do, or say.  “Well, what can you expect
from someone from such meager beginnings?”

Opinions will be tested for malleability,
beliefs will be rubbed against your “touch-stone”
the efficacy of my prayers measured against your icons.

So, all I can tell you is that I – am me – warts and all
a highly evolved spiritual being sailing through life,
seeking the serenity of the sea’s welcome.

I am an instrument guided by the hand of creation
slicing through the crust of fear, softening hardened hearts,
whispering to the wind that “we are at peace”.

If you must ask “Who Are You?” perhaps you may
benefit from gazing into a clear pool, smiling at the reflection,
asking yourself: “Who - Am I?”


N/A contest finalized 4/7/16
poem written on 4/2/2016
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Raven Avatar
May 4, 2016 at 9:24 AM
Hi John, Congratulations on your win in the contest....Mike.
Lawless Avatar
May 4, 2016 at 10:30 AM
Thanks Mike, it often pays off to ask a second girl to dance.
Scars Avatar
May 3, 2016 at 8:34 PM
John, Congrats on your placement in the contest :)-luloo
Lawless Avatar
May 4, 2016 at 10:28 AM
Well, I'm still not sure "Who I Am" but at least I got another look.
Dietrich Avatar
April 2, 2016 at 4:05 PM
wow! You said a mouthful with this one!! Very well written.
Lawless Avatar
April 5, 2016 at 9:29 AM
Andrea, I kinda flashed on the scene in the "Predator" movie when Arnold asks the dying alien "What the f... are you?" and the alien replies quizzically "What...the....f.....are you?" And then the muse took off.
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