Did I Ask Enough Questions?

<p>What makes me, me?</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>Is it the name I was given at birth?</p><p>The one that is repeated in every introduction and every piece of documentation?</p><p>That my parents spent months perfecting&nbsp;</p><p>The one that I choose to ignore.</p><p>Am I my nickname instead?</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>Is it my cascading blonde locks? My pale skin?</p><p>The same strands of DNA that stand out in a sea of tan brunettes</p><p>All who share my last name?</p><p>Am I automatically #<em>BASIC </em>because I&rsquo;m a blonde white girl who struggles?</p><p>But not enough to matter?</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>Is it the hidden scars on my arm</p><p>That define who I am?</p><p>Reminding me that I was weak</p><p>That I can break and fall</p><p>And stay down?</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>Can I just be the girl who doesn&rsquo;t let the world define her</p><p>Who cares more about the effort then the outcome</p><p>Who cries more from laughter instead of sadness</p><p>Who is proud of who she sees in the mirror?</p><p>Because that is who I am.</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>It&rsquo;s what makes me, me.&nbsp;</p>