Independent, a loner, or
part of a community.
Enabler, imbiber, victim 
or survivor. How do you 
identify?
Me, myself, or I.
She, them, or why? People.
I am human.
What are your pronouns?
Occupation or gender, by 
country, religion or race; 
it’s not all black and white.
Questioning or queer?
Who we are 
is how we deal with 
what happens every day.
It changes along the way.
Do you consider yourself
a consumer or a provider?
Be honest.
Painstaking label-making 
gets complicated. 
If you can fool others, are 
you not then deceiving 
yourself?
Who are you?

I come about my inadequacy 
naturally.    What I feel is like
nothing else.           Honestly.
I am nobody.          We all are.
Even when we are something 
to someone else. 
I am somebody.       Like you?

© 2021 j.g. lewis

I‘m Nobody! Who are you?
Are you – Nobody – too? 
Then there’s a pair of us! 
Don’t tell! they’d advertise – you know!
How dreary – to be – Somebody!
How public – like a Frog – 
To tell one’s name – the livelong June – 
To an admiring Bog!

-Emily Dickinson

April is Poetry Month