when I was little, <br />I was told who I was: <br />I was given a name and told of my inheritance; <br />and in multicultural settings was shown my identity… <br />this is you, and this is yours, I was told; <br />and in my turn, I told others who came after me... <br />but now when I am grown and since free <br />and when I see within me, I see fear, pleasure, joy and pain <br />all the feelings and contents andwhen I was little, <br />I was told who I was: <br />I was given a name and told of my inheritance; <br />and in multicultural settings was shown my identity… <br />this is you, and this is yours, I was told; <br />and in my turn, I told others who came after me... <br />but now when I am grown and since free <br />and when I see within me, I see fear, pleasure, joy and pain <br />all the feelings and contents and lies and truths <br />the same as you and another… <br />I see the conditioning and I see the clarity that comes with the seeing… <br />Now, though I call my body a name, and refer to myself as I, <br />There is not an I that I can find…<br /><br />Raj Arumugam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-i-was-little-2/
