I don't pretend.
And I don't recall,
To have ever been...
Comfortable.
Around those pretentious.
Neither am I a fan,
Of that wishful thinking movie...
Imitation of Life.
Nothing did I want to wish to imitate,
Crossed my mind.
My identity?
That has been well defined.
Years before I could spell my name.
By the many who believed I needed,
To be reminded of it time after time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem