TELL ME WHO I AM

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tell me who i am,

when i stand unmoving in the face of the wind

because i am not a body

or an animal to be skinned.

tell me who i am

because my soul is breaking, untethered,

and i don't know which part to follow,

these roads are unweathered.

tell me who i am

and whether i should hold a grudge

because i don't know if he did anything to me,

and i can't even judge


TELL ME WHO I AM


when poetry wakes me at first light

and abandons me on lucid nights

tell me who i am

and i'll tell you if i can


tell me who i am

while i keep screaming at these pages

in one of these words

i'll find what has plagued me


please tell me who i am

because it is not fair that

before i know, i grow.


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