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Who Am I Without Others' Labels: A Poem

Val enjoys writing rhymed poetry with a valuable message in it.

Our true nature doesn't need any labels to be recognized by those who would care to recognize it for what it is.

Our true nature doesn't need any labels to be recognized by those who would care to recognize it for what it is.

To know what that true self is without social pressure is to know your true nature.

-- Martha Beck

Who Am I Without Others' Labels?

They gave me a body, manly and strong

and a bunch of rules to make me complete

along with their flag as an excuse to belong;

also a childhood, too short and rarely sweet

and their god to call should things go wrong.


Innocent in ignorance, but always good-willing

with that legacy of lies inherited from others

they passed it on me to make it my ceiling

with love of parents with care of brothers.


All those labels as if meant to annoy

something else demanded by each

not letting me stay just a little boy

and all with something to teach.


Years passed and the life happened in a hurry

fragmented sense of self getting more so

making reality undefined and blurry

and me in it just as unclear also.


Many times while they would call my name

there was something phony in that sound

like a missing picture from signed frame

in a gallery of empty frames all around.


Who am I?

Sometimes at a junkyard a flower might grow

after all those masks and fig leaves are torn

with all those calendars so little to show

and just left with enigma of being born.


But driven from within by a stubborn quest

like a caterpillar surprised by a pair of wings

I drifted through my life in a search of my best

with humbleness of beggars, and dignity of kings.


So who am I really, and how does it matter

for, this joy of being doesn't need a label

as if I got it all on some big silver platter

every single crumb on my royal table.

© 2022 Val Karas

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