Who Am I?

 This poem is a depiction of todays judgemental world. How a small sentence of discrimination can have a gargantuan impact on an individual. It is what I notice around me, and I hope to help these struggling individuals who have been cast into the shadows and not accepted for who they are. For they are miniature Suns waiting for their chance to rise.

Who am I? This is a question I frequently ask myself,

 Am I a boon, a bane or a disgrace?

Am I just an insignificant specimen, sitting on the shelf?

Being judged solely by my face.

Who am I? In this world of belligerent men,

Am I a bag, a labeled piece of cloth?

Thrown into the dustbin if I dare to peek out from my den,

Branded into a category, segregated into cool or goth.

Who am I?  In this classroom of many a pupil,

Who care less about the boy struggling at the back of this class,

The one who is ignored, and sits in solitude by the window sill

That being the only reason he doesn't pass.

Who am I? in this world of constant competition,

Am I the one to scared to take part?

Forgotten all my potential and ambition,

Scared to be humiliated, scared to my heart.

Who am I? In this world of constant worry,

What did I do wrong?

Have I forgotten happiness in this furious flurry?

Have I lost my voice and my passionate song?

NO I HAVE NOT, I STIIL ENTER WITH A BAM,

EVEN IF I AM NOT THE SAME,

I AM PROUD OF WHO I AM,

IN THIS WORLD NOTHING CAN CEASE MY FLAME.

- Parth Vora