Identity

"Identity please!"
The security asks
As you show them
Your hallway pass
They look at it
And let you through
But is that plastic card
Really you...

That snapshot image
Of your face
Is not of what
your identity is made
Your true identity
Much more complex
Something a mere image
Could not possibly reflect
The way you care
The way you feel
The way you love
That's part of you
Your identity
Your inner soul
You hope keeps you true
Perhaps you have
A special gift
Or maybe others spirits
You do lift
It's the way you laugh
The way you joke
Or maybe it's the way
That you give others hope
Perhaps it's that
You've fought so hard
Or that nobody can beat you at a game of cards
You could be a good cook
Identity isn't just
How you look
It's how you act
Think
And what you call true
That's the identity
Of being you.