Who are you?
Are you a homebody?
Are you a nobody,
like Emily Dickinson professed to be?
Are you everybody,
as the pantheists suggest?
Are you what you do?
A teacher,
an accountant,
a retiree,
a mother,
a father?
Does your identity abide
in your gender?
in your beliefs,
in your heritage?
Does who you are change?
Are you the same person
you were yesterday.
Who will you be ten years from now?
Do you like who you are?
Do other people like who you are?
Does it matter who you are?
Who am I to ask such questions?
Sonny Rainshine
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/not-so-random-inquiries/
