My Own Self Being Poem by Kaila George

How does one define who we are?
We have many religions and cultures
That god gave unto us to choose
Or we are simply born into our heritage
But man as made it impossible for us
To the point where our being of who we are meant to be
Are no longer part of our being?

We have been forsaken because of whom we are
We have taken on another’s culture
My ancestor’s religions and beliefs
Are no longer mine....I believe in someone else’s beliefs
I do know that my ancestors believed in many gods
One for each purpose in our lives
The god of sea
The god of land
The god of Sky
The God of Life
The god of death
But we are heathens because of that belief

I have been sleeping in a cocoon
Wrapped in a belief that is not mine
I am waking to my beliefs...I will find it
I do know there is a GOD...whom loves me
Who guides me in life....he is a faceless god
But he is there....and real in mine eyes
It is the only way I know I will be able to say
Kia Ola...My Name is Kaila I am Pacific Islander
and proud of whom I am

You either take me as I am....or just let me be