Nature of Human Identity

my soul is well, yet my mind is lost in an Identity crisis.
my heart is full, yet the nature of Me starves...
is it shameful that I choose to write this?
am I shameless for sharing my confusion through the only medium that I find tangible to thought?
You have a voice...
...why shouldn't I?
does it bother You that I speak differently? if by choice, and not by Fate, Nature, or faith inWill? 
This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world


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