Identity 2

My identity was stolen. I don't have any credit cards and I don't want them. They are for working class. I still have my passport with my picture in it, so I can travel. I make trips to the post office and grocery stores. I watch beautiful nature and skies and smile at people I can identify with. Well, I didn't find an original poem either, so I am making it up, but it isn't the same. It sucks. Copyright © Marie Neumann 1/13