Identity Crisis Poems - Poems about Identity Crisis

Long after midnight in late December woke one night in total fright as where I was did not remember but more importantly couldn't see the forest for the trees and did not recall myself at all or who exactly was this me but when I could it would feel so good as then I'd be out of the woods so instead of groping blind did quite the obvious...

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I stand between worlds, neither here nor there, Feet planted in Eritrea, yet Arabic fills the air. My father’s tongue, Tigre, I do not know, Nor the Tigrinya of my ancestors, lost in echoes low. My mother, born in Saudi’s golden sand, Half Eritrean, half Yemeni, yet she never took Arab’s hand. She speaks of home, but in which land? Eritrea’s shores...

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When you have nobody you have somebody and that somebody is yourself. Because you’re all you’ve got. So why need anybody? Anybody being nobody. Nobody being somebody. Somebody being anybody. Somebody. Somebody. Somebody. Nobody. Nobody. Nobody. Anybody. Anybody. Anybody. Does anybody understand why I feel like a nobody? Even though deep down I know I’m...

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Escapism Not possible Now, and half a Lifetime over. Your hauntings Cannot be eradicated Until I get what I want. Eyes brown, Watered down. As you continue to hide from me. Tail between your legs, something I've seen before. Mirroring you is a misguided priority until I release you. I refuse to Undo this knot And your tongue tied and twisted I continue this futile...

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Would you remember me When there's not much of me left? When I'm faded, Like a rock chipped away by erosion. Would you remember me When you're almost unrecognisable? When I don't think I know who you are anymore; Like a tree that's shed its leaves in winter. Would you remember me When the world's spinning starts to slow? When everything disappears so quickly, Would you...

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Hey, that's me Man, I was cute as I could be If only I was a girl with my blue eyes and curly curls Maybe that could've been me Yo, that's me Man, I was fast as I could be If only I was a black kid that ran fast as I did Maybe that could've been me Ha, that's me Man, I was...

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Man in a hood, sparking light on the sun pick peak of wood camping might just too fun. In Shah Alam's pavement, calm down with me eagerly makes movement sink on the teeth. I need some food, don't destroy my own physis like pardon of thy thesis care what I stood. Too fast or too slow, like my life just low. look at the power of apollo, counting constellation of...

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Stepped right through That hole in the wall To find myself In her front hall Hello is that you she said And I thought what the heck And checked down my body From my ankles to my neck From the neck up I already Knew it was me I’d looked in a mirror Just before tea But as for the...

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Identical twins, me and my brother Got the same birthday, got the same mother Don’t know if I’m he Don’t know if he’s me But I do know I’m one or the other...

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He says he saw "(this nation's) Identity sold and robbed by immigration..." And I remember My first day teaching at the border school First one there that August morning Cows were grazing on the lawn I walked into the office to report them and the secretary laughed, "They're Hector's. They sneak over the border sometimes. He's on his way to get them." The crossing was...

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Kab tak indian european numbron par accounts chalao gay? Kab tak sada awam ko bay waqoof banao gay????????????? Note.Zafar Khan is playing main role in identity crisis...???? Moral.DG FIA & DG IB are cooperating with DON........?????...

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The slightest tremor makes the flame flicker, even in our dream, where thought spirals stream. How still is stillness, aligned with oneness, if yet there be ‘I’, making our heart sigh? 05-April-2022...

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A danger to my thoughts An intellectual imprisoned to her roots Who am I to mingle? Am I to squeeze the truth? I am confused and tattered But even when breaking I make ends meet What is it for me to further seek? Despite of all the truth unfolded Yet my questions are still tricked to be asked I have tried drowning myself in distractions Yet...

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Jealousy turns to rage that we bottle up inside Where the demons are at work punishing you for all of your lies I can say I told you so or that I knew that this was coming And I even tried to convince myself intuition wasn't cunning I'm just as foolish going along with it as they say sh...

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