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Finally Realized Who I Am


There was a point and time where I didn't exactly know who I was. I was a little introverted girl stuck in a glass box. A glass box that I had put myself in. Through that glass box I could see everything going on around me. But no one could see me. No one could see who I am. I couldn't even see myself. I was hiding behind a false persona. Worried about other peoples opinions, so I became someone else. Someone I never knew. I was downhearted and dispirited inside. So troubled by judgments that I became what I thought they wanted me to be. I had no concern for my own feelings, I just wanted to be accepted. But one day I finally realized, I am my own person. Today I don't let the opinion of others define ME. I am not like them. See once I realized I didn't need to be like them, I saw my full potential. Once that glass box was shattered I saw the real me. The me I wanted to see for so long was finally in the mirror staring at me. When I saw her it became clear for me to perceive who I am. I am me. I am a beautiful black young lady, full of ambitions and aspirations. I am not the typical 2015 teen. I am not an "uneducated ghetto black gurl". I am not a teenage girl with no morals. I am not a sexually active teen. I am not the average young woman. I am beyond that. I am no longer putting shackles on my mind to fit in with the unintelligent. I am.. TIRED. Tired of words like these defining my generation And I am tired of people expecting me to fit into those definitions. I am only ME, and never again will I be anyone else but ME. I am so much more than what they were expecting me to be.
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