Identity Replaced

Amidst the glamorous clamour of

Reality star presidents

and the sudden resurgence of artists

Under the macerating context of tragedy

                                                                                                          I find

                                                                                                          myself stranded.

                                                                                                          I find myself.

Enter higher learning with no notion

A pondfish in the ocean

     Come to realize that identity

     Is but a false entity

         And the only bulwark

         Against such misbelief

              Is the alchemy of genuine thought

              Wrapped in a befriended sheath

                                   Strides are made

                                        My skin glows bolder

                                               With new friends on my shoulder

                                                    And with the best of us now gone and going

                                                           New greatness must be sewn                                                

This poem is about: 
Me
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