Without a pen and paper I feel like I am caged.
Without expression of words I feel like I am in flames,
burning and choking in front of tired and broken hearts,
no sign of hope or resilience.
Without my identity I am clueless.
no sense of pure judgements,
normalizing bad habits,
entertaining bad drugs in my mind.
Surrounding myself with bad company,
never taking ownership always pointing fingers.
Identity gives me direction,
I live a purposeful life,
I have high standards and regards.
I am always on guard trying
to achieve something new every time,
With identity I know my destination,
and I’m proud of my actions.
I do not need validation or elections,
for I know who I am and what I want.
I have pure intentions with whoever I meet,
for I have identity.