I am not from
"the hood",
"the hicktown",
nor
the city.
I am not
Hispanic,
African,
European.
I am not
a star athlete,
a top student
of my class,
and I most certainly
am not
an extraordinary person.

I am,
however,
five foot five,
one hundred and twenty pounds,
brown hair,
hazel eyes,
from a
one-story home
where
nobody is perfect
yet
everybody is expected
to be
perfect.

What does this mean?
What does it all add up to be?
If you were
to get to know me,
you would see
that I am
mentally
a somebody.