who are you when you are no one to anyone? when your relationships cannot defend themselves when the night closes in and you are not a daughter, not a sister, not a friend, not a mother, not a lover.
who are you when your achievements sink into the ground when your trophies and medals and memories of conquer melt into ash on the floor, swept away by the breeze.
who are you when you have no first name, no last name when you cannot show a form of identification no passport, no student ID, no document that can say look, this is me, this is who i am, this is my identity.
who are you when no one remembers you? when you are not even a memory of those you once loved of those you still love; when no one remembers the years or the hours you spent with them, talked to them, touched them- who are you?
who are you when you are no one to anyone? not even yourself. when the world cannot speak for you when the world cannot remember you who are you when you have nothing left; no one left. who are you, when you are no one?