How Much Of Us Is Up To Us?

How Much Of Us Is Up To Us? prose poem

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Do we really have free will, or are we preprogrammed
to be who we are to be?
Being born a boy or a girl did we have any say?
Hormones in my body that motivate were not ordered by me.
Everything about me genetically controlled.
My height, my hair, my eyes, be I black, white, yellow, brown, or my personality not requested,
we’re out of my control.
What part of me is really me?
What part of me do I actually control?
What does mean to be me?
Where I was born predetermined,
was I born German, Italian or English no choice did I have.
The culture I was born into Arab, Jewish determined my enemies.
How much was in my control?
My religion given to me.
True enough we have some voice to modify but most of it given to us.
The story been written all the players designed and preprogrammed.
The role I play on the grand stage of life has been determined by someone other than me.

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Dr. K.S. Bhardwaj
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You are right Mr Collins. We are just actors on the largest stage. The Bard also says the same. Actors come, play their role and go back. The world-drama goes on. Well-knitted poem.

carolplunkett
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A good reminder that we owe our lives to a higher power Mr Collins, thank you

Randall Smith
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I enjoyed your poem however, I got the feeling that there was something in your past that you wanted an excuse for or to escape the blame for. Everything is predetermined and I have no control over what I say or do.

Akadri Kareem
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nice work.

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