Identity Crisis Poem by Dylan Rivera

Identity Crisis



Stand tall on rooftops.
Make them dropp their gluttony holes,
buoy their focus,
and hinge their snickers,
onto uneasiness.

Irradiate assumptions.
Believe all you can be,
is who you are.

Laugh through mild medians.
Stomp your presence into concrete.
Make them love you.
But if they don't,
Burn the floors below.

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