Everything I am not and everything I am

I am not a number

I am not my GPA

Or my grade on a test

Or my ACT score

I am not the number on the scale

Or the inches on a height chart

Or the number on my jeans

I am not how many awards I have won

Or the year I’ll graduate

Or how many credit hours I have taken

I am not a number

I am the songs I sing when no one is around

And the drawings hidden in my sketchbook

And the music flooding my headphones

I am my sassy remarks

And corny jokes

And running barefoot at midnight

I am what I love

And who I love

And why I love them

Mostly, I am me

I am an imperfect person.

And that is more than alright.