Who am I, I ask myself,
A woman, a mother, a wife,
It changes every time I answer.
Who am I, I wonder,
Why am I defined by the roles I assume?
Why my role changes with people around me?
Who am I, I ask,
The hard question I ever faced!
Is it that label which makes me someone?
Who am I?
The question continues,
Who am I!
Linking this to Poetry Jam prompt – who are you.
Also linking to NaBloPoMo November – 17.
Void Thoughts 
perform a role liked by you and not troublesome for others
Identity
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Thank you for stoppong by, Cifar.
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So many choices but only one identity, well worked.
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Thanks for stopping by, Alan. 🙂
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very difficult to get the answer though the question appears easy…one thing i know for sure that i am consciousness in many roles…nice lines
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Thak you, Sumana.
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We have so many roles.
Find ourselves asking this question! Nicely conveyed 🙂
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Thanks, Anita
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Ha! It reminds me of the first time I realized my identity was now tied to my children. “Oh, you are ____’s mother” instead of my name.
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Very true, djts. Now people know as my kid’s mom not by my name.
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is it the label that makes us…is it the role we find ourselves in? makes it easy to identify us but it cuts away all the other things that make us who we are…and what makes us special…
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Thanks Brian 🙂
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I can identify with this question. I think one grows more comfortable with not knowing as we get older. But the question remains.
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True, Peggy. Thanks for stopping by 🙂
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I think your poem points out the fact that we each have many different roles. The question “Who am I?” sometimes seems like it is a simple one, but the answer is complex. And I personally don’t think any ‘label’ makes a person someone. I think we each are ‘someone’ in our own right.
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I like your answer, Mary. Thanks for stopping by 🙂
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