Who am I?

The traditional words pushed me around
Into asking just one question
Who am I?
And I knew I would be condemned if I said my name.
I pleaded ignorance
And ran on the path of seeking realizations, until dissatisfied
I found resolution in learning to just say,
I am not that name.

Strangely, I found you.
You were not supposed to be there
Or anywhere near.
You have asked me too, every morn, in awe, who are you?
I could have simply said, ‘I am not you’
But I knew you would be angry and so I chose to stay quiet.

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