Identity

My face
My accent
The passport I hold
My age
My money...
I haven't chose them.
But some people choose 
to see only them in me,
some people choose
to define me by them.

My smile
The words I speak
The drawings I draw
My energies
My deeds...
I choose them every day.
Look at them,
they define me.

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