Lost in defintions

I am defined by Media, 

Facebook, 

Instagram, 

Tweeter, 

The news.

 Defined by videos and man made pictures. 

I am defined by people who think they know of me,

I am defined by terror, 

but the only terror lies in you.

I am defined by the wrong defintion. 

 

My feet embrace these cold cracks on side walks,

concrete stands to define my self. 

I am Brooklyn, 

tall buildings, 

chinese new year, 

corner stores,

illuminated street lights.

I am the rush of the MTA, 

tired eyes, 

coffee sips, 

passing of time. 

I am 

lyrics of a song, 

the hit wonder.

Bike rides in central park, 

cold winter nights, 

and summer days. 

I am car horns, 

emergency sirens, 

Tour rides,

stop signs,

and "Mommy can I have that?"

I am school bells, 

protests, 

graduations, 

holidays, 

wedding vows, 

and promises. 

I am the dream, 

freedom, 

 culture.

I am olive like Greek gods,

curvy like a Spanish rose, 

eyes like Middle Eastern sand, 

and hospitality of the Holy land.

I am you , her , him and I,

human. 

I am Muslim.

I am not what you watch,

the five men on the news do not define me

I am the scarf that wraps my head,

I am choice, 

decision, 

I am culutre diversity, 

religion.

I am hello,

shalom, 

salam.

I am defined as peace.

I am peace.

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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