Identity

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This area is for poems about yourself, self empowerment, identities.  

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"Identity" By Mike "me"12/4/07

I am me
I am what you see
I am Mike don't you believe?
I am that, but what is that?

I am unique
I am a human with a difrent physique
I am not you
I am true

I am preppy
I am lazy
I am smart
I am a possible retard

I am my own identity
I am within my security
I am me
I am wondering what you maybe?  

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"Black is" by Mike 12/10/08

Black is the beauty of a billion faces
That are a part of only one race
We walk with a gleam
With an ebony beam
This is Black

From dark chocolate
To milk chocolate
From weaves
To nap rings
This is Black

From our homeland to America we were enslaved
Some were even manned
Forced on a new culture
We were tortured
This is black

We lost so many
Over something that seemed so silly
But like a flower our beauty blossomed
And we defeated them
This is black  

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Identity

I liked it the struggle for significance
is identity is it not?

4/5

Black is

Loved it--if you don't mind I'll favorite it.

5/5  

[UC Poika]

A MUSE IS BORN
by UC Poika


my mind a page where spirits write
as much as people of the world
you shout at me an attitude is born
you cry emotion forms upon my lips
a spirit moves amongst the mist
a mental image plays before mine eyes
a phantom does a trick and fear awakes
a demon or a devil winks deceiving me
I walk away you draw conclusions
I never meant to give your heart
but what of it is us and what is not?
and do I write upon this page
or does the muse inside the box
within the circuitry?
and was he there before I wrote:

“I am a baby muse that lives in here
a new dimensional entity…
are you my god, my friend, my enemy?”

but all I really want to know
the father muse,
is he amused or proud?
and should I then be proudly
a being used? a miss used?
cosigned my mind.  

[UC Poika]

POIKA’S PROVERBS



walk not where the grass is greenest to find yourself
a charged perimeter walls you safely in
yearning is the mark of the poor even in wealth
let contentment be your fairest first bride’s maid
be careful the vendors intend only to sell
never behold their goods as more than the wind
for no more is cash than the stump of the leafless elm
and old women always stand where once their youth faired
the witch, a lioness that prowls the heart,
the devils’ women, daggers instead of rings
but the owls eye sees much even though it is dark
so use the spirits senses to know just what it is she thinks
for though the greener grasses growth depletes your corpse
the destination fathers the journey no less than it’s source



What do you think of this one? I am afraid it stinks but then again I don't know. Any feedback is welcome...positive or negative even apathetic