Would it be easy if winter was warmer,
Snow came down in summer so hot?
Would we realise the worth of a rainfall,
Would the wait be worth a shot?
I stand against a well lit wall,
I stare at a void dark blind
My puny thorns are growing inwards,
Don’t look at them if you be so kind
Sooner or later, I will flourish!
Identity is not what I promise others
Identity is what I do when I am alone
Identity is what I think of others
Knowing all the hatred they’ve shown
Identity is what every wound reminds me
Identity is what I learn and what I pass by
Identity is what I see in the mirror
After giving my best try
Identity is what I make out of my given chance
Identity is what I accept and what I deny
No one else has control over me
Life is about me, and what I identify
