I am ...

I have no true Identity

Ever changing, evolving like time

A facet of eternity

Chosen by the Great I am

I am the hippie lost in a generation of nonbelievers

Deceivers

Truth Seekers

My confidence walks in the room before me, announces my presence

I am a lioness by no other name

Born a Jamaican and that I'll die

Short, Awkward and kind of fat

Socially accepted to be …. just that

I read books like breathing

Never raising my hand in class

Teachers thinking too highly of me

I am a lowly creature

Walked by too many stores just to buy my soul

Wither and bruised it drags on

I have heard

Hips so wide you could carry triplets, they told me

Haven't you lost weight yet

Contacts would look better than glasses

You should show some skin

Words led me down a road seeking self identity

To know one's self is key

To what ?

Survival or Shame?

I have met myself in a dark alley

Crying out in pain

Along with misery I stood

Face covered in scabs of meager

Words that didn't quite describe me but may have

Eyes filled with curiosity

For the world around me

But Anxiety kept me hidden

“Don't ask questions” it said

“They will notice you”

The quiet one, rebellious to the noise

Firm Faith that riddle with a look self-doubt

A nice smile if I would ever open my mouth

Silly with no reason to be serious ...for that long

Crazy is what they tell me

A little different from the rest

A strong thinker

Yet no one sees the bruises to my soul

Angry words hurt more than bullet wounds

A mistake, a surprise child, can never do anything right

My self identity is okay with not being okay

Powerful words leave tears in my bones

Short in height but I am a giant to ants

In truth, I have no true Identity

I am an ever changing, evolving like time

I am but a facet of eternity

Chosen