are unlike me.
We share not
history or resemblance.
My struggle lies not in hiding,
Yet my beginnings are hard to come by-erased
name & identity replaced.
Like a slave
emotions stir-I’ve been captured?
claimed as property,
and given a new race.
but they couldn’t change my face
mishaps in cleansing take place
with change rebirth is designed
yet thought retrieves incomplete forgotten memories
of what use to be.
Intent to move forward stunted
as mental notifications discover
the very elements of me
that have slowly been stripped away.
Who Am I-
What is my real given name