We All Have Our 'Issues' Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I remember...
Many years ago,
Being baited to argue...
About who I was, was not
And where I should live,
To do what it is I do.

I was even asked by someone,
If I realized what it is I write?
I had to look to see,
If a seriousness sat in their eyes.

I've always been blessed to know,
What it is I enjoy.
And If I didn't...
Like most people,
Who socialize without direction...
I'd be affected by trying to impress.
We all have our 'issues'...
But I am grateful I don't have identity to address.