Attalia Gooden (8/17/1995 / Bryan, Texas)
Whom am I?
Whom are you?
Are you sure your you?
Are you sure your yourself and not somebody fake?
Will you be the true person you truly are?
Or some fake person from afar?
Why try to be something your not?
Because when someone finds out you’ll be caught.
Fake people tell lies to peoples faces about whom they are.
But really the only person they’re lying to is themselves from afar.
Whom are you? That’s a good question.
Easily not often answered.
If someone asked you what type of personality do you have,
are you prepared to say the truth?
Whom are you? That Is a real underestimated question,
which requires a powerful answer.
All you have to do is answer the question.
You say your ready and prepared to answer,
but yet when I ask you choose to studder.
Studder why? That question is self implied.
Really it’s sad how many people are phonies.
And that there many who live lives of lies.
But then again, it’s just the world we live in.
For what I write at the end of this poem is a finishing noted question.
For the next time you either hear or read my poem:
“DO YOU KNOW WHOM YOU ARE.”
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