Who am I…?
Well isn't that the question.
At first they wanted our name, then our age.
What grade are you in turns into where are you going to college.
What are you going to do with your life?
Amongst these questions, I ask who am I?
Life starts building, breaking, healing my soul.
I am who I am and I can’t change that,
but a matter of fact I wouldn't want to.
Life makes you and life changes you.
An ever evolving human being
A person, a daughter, a sister
A student, a photographer, a writer
An observer who seeks herself and embraces the world
Kind, loving, intelligent, passionate
This is who I am, my actions define.
One thing doesn't define me,
I define me and my story isn't over.
When my minutes lessen and my last breath is near,
Thats when my story is over and
when those will know who I was.