Who am I… really?
as I struggle with my identity
I am confused
I want to be free
I want to be me
I want to see
clarity
Who am I… really?
a writer
a mother
a sister
a daughter
a lover
a wordster
a prankster?
a fighter
a right-er
a wronged one
who can i be?
an author?
a loser?
a mentor?
a poser?
Who am I… really?
a prostitute
a drug addict
a rape victim
a teacher
a student
a preacher?
who are you?
are you better?
are you loving and caring?
I am.
and I’m strong.
I’m alive.
I’m NOT wrong.
I am ME.
AND
I write to be me.
I write to be free.
I cannot see
the point in pretending
to be someone NOT me.
I write to see.
I write to be ME.
