Do you know me?
No… you don’t.
And I will keep working,
I will keep creating,
until the day comes
when I need not speak my name,
for my work will already tell you
who I am.
I want my words
to be my recognition.
I want my deeds
to be my introduction.
Not through your approval,
not through your denial—
but through the dignity
I carve for myself.
This is my challenge.
This is my vow.
Whether you accept it or not,
I have already accepted it.
Until my name stands tall
beside my identity,
I will not stop,
I will not rest.
Sep 25, 2025
Sep 25, 2025 at 10:55 AM UTC
Do you know me?
No… you don’t.
And I will keep working,
I will keep creating,
until the day comes
when I need not speak my name,
for my work will already tell you
who I am.
I want my words
to be my recognition.
I want my deeds
to be my introduction.
Not through your approval,
not through your denial—
but through the dignity
I carve for myself.
This is my challenge.
This is my vow.
Whether you accept it or not,
I have already accepted it.
Until my name stands tall
beside my identity,
I will not stop,
I will not rest.
This poem is a bold declaration of self-identity.
It speaks of the desire to be known not by introductions or explanations,
but by the power of one’s work and actions.
It is both a challenge and a vow—
to keep striving until recognition comes naturally,
and dignity itself becomes the true identity.