I Am... Not Who I Was In Third Grade

When I was in the third grade they asked us to do a poem called “I Am”

This is how I saw my life at the age of 9:

“I am a sister and a daughter

I wonder who my great great great grandparents are

I hear God talking to me

I see sixteen angels in the sky

I want my whole family to be happy

I am a sister and a daughter

I pretend to be a teacher

I feel calm about the awards ceremony

I touch the clouds

I worry about my family and friends

I cry when I hear the angels beautiful songs

I am a sister and a daughter

I understand about Jesus and God

I say I believe in hope

I dream about being an angel

I try to stay calm about a lot of things

I hope to be my best

I am a sister and a daughter.”

Now in the twelfth grade, you are asking us to do a poem called “I Am”

This is how I see my life at the age of 17:

I am a person and I am lost

I wonder how people will remember me in ten years

I hear the voices of my doubters calling out to me

I see my ability to be myself slowly diminishing

I want to be happy

I am a person and I am lost

I pretend that I do not care what people think of me

I feel anxious that my life plan will not work out

I touch other people so I can cling onto some part of sanity

I worry about every little thing

I cry when I feel like my life is falling apart around me

I am a person and I am lost

I understand my faith in God

I say I have hope

I dream about being with the children I love in a country I have only seen once

I try to show my actual happiness to everyone

I hope that people can see why I am happy

I am a person and I have hope for the future.