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I didn't choose my identity,
it chose me,
like eye colour and hair,
length and shape of nose,
height and brains;
a common refrain.
The many choices life offers
are more or less lies.
If you don't believe me,
just look at any photo;
all the smiles.
I was given money,
and didn't care about money.
I was given love,
and didn't care about love.
I was given life
and didn't care about life;
Still I tried and tried.
So they taught me
about God,
but it wasn't enough -
I needed something hot
like the burning sun,
something cold
like the icy moon -
I could not believe
in words,
and yet repeated words;
how absurd
to be free.
