I am who I say.
They say I am weak.
I am little.
I am poor.
I am ugly.
I am what they say.
No.
I am not defined by my wallet.
By my talent.
By my scores.
By my looks.
By my family.
By my past.
I am defined by how I am still smiling,
Despite all those things
That I thought defined me.
Those things may have cut me.
Bruised me.
Bent me.
Cracked me.
But they were molding me.
Into the person I am now.
I am strong.
I am worth it.
I am beautiful.
I am who I say.
This poem is about:
Me
My family