Identity | By: Fatuma a | | Category: Poem - Prose Bookmark and Share




She was lost in a broken world. As much as she tried to find herself, she couldn’t and kept questioning it everyday. All along, the piece that missing from her was just besides her. She just had to make a little move and grab it. She didn’t need anyone to tell her who she was because right then, she found the piece but still she was a just a soul still hoping to find more of  herself. She was Imperfectly perfect.

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