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Identity Crisis
by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie

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Identity Crisis

Sitting by the sea,
On this cold winter morning,
Feeling the icy breeze,
Begin to freeze,
My heart…

I feel the pull of the tide,
Reaching for me,
With long silver fingers,
That tangle in my hair,
Golden light shinning in eyes,
That never close…

How to relate to those
Who want to know me?
When others feel nothing-
See nothing but their own images,
Reflected in opaque hate-

At times,
I forget who I am,
My name slides off me,
And I don’t recognize,
The face in the mirror…

I watch it run and hide,
Wondering where it is going,
Who it wants to be today,
Who it was yesterday,
That stared back at me…

Identity Crisis,
Who am I?
How could you know?
When I don’t…

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Reviewed by Jaclynn Huntington 8/28/2003
Oh, Retta! You covered these feeling perfectly! My mother once said I was at war with myself because I couldn't figure out who I was.

Reviewed by ***** ********* (Reader) 8/28/2003
Reindeer, this is a very powerful poem, very powerful! A wonderful synthesis of art and thought revealing a tortured psyche! Bravo!
Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green 8/28/2003
A beautiful poem that speaks loudly because it speaks softly. Saying it poorly, but you know what I mean. Blessings, Pea
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader) 8/28/2003
Spoke to my soul, a compelling, emotive write, Retta.
Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*® 8/28/2003
A well-written, introspective piece.

Reviewed by Kay P Devenish 8/28/2003
The others have said it all.
An awesome write!
Reviewed by Bhuwan Thapaliya 8/28/2003
Amazing write....BHUWAN
Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper 8/27/2003
Retta, now this is amazing. Seems like we both had a "who am I," on our minds. I wrote mine before I read yours. Anyway I can relate to your excellent expression here. hugs G
Reviewed by - - - - - TRASK 8/27/2003
YOU Are What (God)Created In Beginning, You
Are What You Became In The End__

Me I Would Not Want To Be Celebrity Nor Known Hero, Only That I Did Something Good/Kind, That I Helped A Little Child(ren), Knowing In The End I Was Still Me, TRASK_

I Was Free Of This Satan's Holy Hell World_
That's Who I Am & I Am Truly Free!!!!

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes 8/27/2003
Very well done Retta...I ask my self that question many times!!

Love Tinka
Reviewed by Handsum Hart 8/27/2003
a moving write, I ask myself often, who I am, as most people probably do. peace
Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara (Reader) 8/27/2003
Excellant work, awesome expression and chilling and haunting imagery Lady Retta! We all have a identity crisis of sorts at one time or another, alas 'tis maybe sad but true..."only we ever really truly deep down know ourselves!"
Reviewed by Jenni Kalicharan 8/27/2003
Reindeer, this is such a deep poem. I think we all have to do an identity search at some point...
Reviewed by Kate Clifford 8/27/2003
Excellent capture of self exploration.
Reviewed by Sandie Angel 8/27/2003
Wonderful write Retta! I agree with Amor's comments. Yes, it's only you who will know yourself best. Others will get to know you once you know yourself, but not until then.

Love your write, we've all been there.

May Lu a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Reviewed by Amor Sabor 8/27/2003
You have expressed this so well, Retta. Who can define you when you have yet not? How can one know your heart when they have not lived it. Only genuine emotion can surface lighter than air and straight to the top with expressions such as this. Excellent work. So glad to be back.
Reviewed by Marlene Dawn 8/27/2003
Reviewed by E T Waldron 8/27/2003
Reindeer, you always echo what I'm feeling;-) you come up with some of the best lines, Kudo's to you!
Reviewed by *********** ********** (Reader) 8/27/2003
My name slides off me <----Damn what A fine line that is.....Another fantastic Retta write.....ty, Dani
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader) 8/27/2003
"How to relate to those
Who want to know me?
When others feel nothing-
See nothing but their own images,
Reflected in opaque hate-

At times,
I forget who I am,
My name slides off me,
And I don’t recognize,
The face in the mirror… "

this is so beautiful and heartfelt!
Lady peg

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