I am me

I am me

I am not you. I am me.

I am not he and I am not she. I am Jordan. I am me.

I am not a welcome mat.

You can’t just walk all over me.

Do I have a sign on my forehead that says, “Go ahead, use me and walk all over me, and please come again soon.”

No, I definitely don’t.

I’m not a doll.

Not a toy you can mess with.

Not something you can play and do whatever you want with.

Am I six inches tall? Is my hair made of string? Are my facial features drawn on?

No, no, and no, definitely not.

I’m also not an old book that you can just toss out because you’re done with it.

I am not worn, torn, or ripped up.

And I am definitely not something you can just throw away.

But mostly I am a person, not an inanimate object.

I have a heart, bones, lungs, skin.

But most of all, I have feelings.

Just like you, I have feelings.

I know it’s shocking, but it’s true. I’m a human being just like you.

I’m not a welcome mat, doll, old book, or an inanimate object.

I’m a person. I’m Jordan. I’m me.