I am 9, 16 and every number in between.

I am ambiguous.

from my African flair,

to my curly hair.

from the Saturday morning cartoons,

to my growing intelligence that blooms.

I am ambiguous.

never am I only one thing.

I am my 9-year-oldself on a sparkling Christmas morning,

I am my 10-year-oldself during my glorious first double-digit birthday,

I am my parents daughter,

I am a child of God.

I am my 11-year-oldself nervous for the first day of middle school,

I am my 12-year-oldself ecstatic for my choir concerts,

I am ambiguous.

from my goofy dancing,

to my shy glancing.

from the horrible puns,

to my favorite Mindy Project reruns.

I am my 13-year-oldself who is trying to fing the real me.

I am my 14-year-oldself attempting to understand society.I  am a singer,

I am a Roman Catholic.

I am my 15-year-oldself worrying about college.

I am my 16-year-oldself who is more confident than before.

I.

am.

ambiguous.