Poetry By Obsurvative
We always refer to one another by names
And that is why I took a moment and ask myself who I really am
And what would have been the case if I had that chance to give myself a name
At the very start at birth when I fell into hands of a doctor
From the womb of my mother, I wonder
Would I have given myself the name cry?
Because that’s the first sound that came out of my mouth
Immediately I found out that I was out!
Then who am I?
I’m still stuck with the being question why
We all live a life, to strive in all strife
Only to realize that we are destined to die
But there’s got to be a purpose for my life that describes
Who am I and what am I to accomplish before the day that I die
Then who are…
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