SOMEWHERE--in desolate wind-swept space--
In Twilight-land--in No-man's land--
Two hurrying Shapes met face to face,
And bade each other stand.
With An Identity Disc
If ever I dreamed of my dead name
High in the heart of London, unsurpassed
By Time for ever, and the Fugitive, Fame,
There seeking a long sanctuary at last,
Write down !
I am an Arab
And my identity card number is fifty thousand
I have eight children
And the ninth will come after a summer
Will you be angry?
I asked myself who iam.
I was looking for identity.
I felt the silent of my soul.
Identity Of The Self
I suffer from the worldliness
I suffer in silence
A loss of identity
This is to the motherland,
Where I am born.
This is to the teacher,
Who taught me nothing.
Identity Of I
Identity is not what I promise others
Identity is what I do when I am alone
Identity is what I think of others
Knowing all the hatred they've shown
Identity Of A Person
Identity of a person
Identity signifies complexity
Identity identifies with reality
Identity is the bearer of all vanity