I Am

A long hall of flashing mirrors leers at me. They tell me I am rash because I speak my mind I am intimidating because I am clever I am undesirable because I am unconventional I am weak because I am sensitive I am silly because I am feminine I am argumentative because I am passionate I am inconvenient because I know what I want I am a wreck because I care. Mirrors tell me what I am, but fistfulls of glass tell me I am brave because I stand up I am valued because I am smart I am beautiful because I say I am I am strong because I have empathy I am sweet because I am gentle I am powerful because I speak I am destined because I am determined I am mended because I was once broken I am and shards of glass can’t tell me differently