Being Me

Who can be me?
An identical twin?
None of these.

Only I can be
who I am
for each of us
is unique
no matter
how much we
are the same.

Then, why do we
need to change,
to “get better”
more of this
less of that?

Are the Hitlers
of the world
perfect as they are
fulfilling a role
we can not understand?

Life seems to have
more questions than answers
until we understand
that only one answer
is needed

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5 Responses to Being Me

  1. Hey, I enjoy you’re poetry. I am curious, what does “love” mean to you?


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