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I am not identified

I am not the words
that identify me
who I am
is unchangeable


If I take away the labels..
mother, daughter, sister,
friend
lover
black sheep
artist
dancer
woman


If I take away the descriptors…
happy
thin
depressed
melancholy
creative
manic
funny
smart
nice
good
bad


If I take away
the story
the history
that gives me form


who am I then?


who am I 
without the name


beingness has no identity


I simply am..
I simply am.

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