The Boy Within Me
Dean A.
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This is a poem on the self and what it means to simple be. This poem hopes to inspire inquiry and eventual answers to some of life’s most essential and imperative questions. Questions such as: Who am I? What am I? How do I know that what I am is of my own development and not the identity cast unto me by the breath of society? What is worth pursuing in life? This is a poem of self-destruction of the self in search for the re-discovery of the self. It is a narrative for the lost, perplexed, and confused in the densely populated forests of life we call skyscrapers and the birds that chirp whom we call ”smart” phones.
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Creativity is the art of expression. It is how we absorb the complexities and confoundings of the world and give it meaning. Indeed, creativity is a language, no different from the ones we speak from our tongues, where its authors can write, dance, celebrate, love, and rejoice. We Are Creativity.
