An identity to lose it,
Is an identity not to have had.
If felt to claim to know it.
And not a passing fashion fad.
Only to address it when accepted.
Yet not to defend,
Before or after...
That fashion season,
Either meets with approval.
Or discovered the fad of it,
Is no longer accepted.
And the season to flaunt,
What had not been felt...
Comes to an end to find something else,
More appropriate that identifies...
The being of oneself to portray!
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