Who am I?

Who am I? I look at myself in the mirror, day in and day out, but who am I? See from birth I was told "you are a beautiful black girl," you are strong, I was conditioned to believe that my black was beautiful, and I looked in the mirror and said' "I am confidence." But as time went on and years passed I doubted myself, maybe I am nothing. All the boys told me my hair was too nappy, teachers told me I would never be smart enough no, it didn't stop there because the other girls told me I wouldn't be pretty enough, I didn't have enough body. I just didn't understand how I could go from being confidence to nothing, so I showed those boys wrong and I put chemicals in my hair and it was long and it was flowing, I told those teachers they didn't know anything and I got A's, I matured and I displayed to them girls that I had more than just body, looked in the mirror and said, "I am fierce." Gave my curves to the boys who only pulled my hair and called me every name in the alphabet except beautiful black woman, years went by and I knew things weren't right, this wasn't everything, took a look in the mirror and told myself, "I am empty." Ran to my mama,cried out into her lap, "Mama, how did you know my black was beautiful?" Stroking my hair, she chuckled, "because you are God's child." I wanted to scream 'No Mama! My black is empty, Mama! My black is nothing, Mama! My black ain't God, Mama!' Instead I cried, "Okay Mama." Closed my eyes and prayed' "God, how do you know my black is beautiful?" Looked in the mirror and he answered, "You are me." See in that moment I realized that I am am mere reflection of his image so... I am confidence. I am beauty. I am happiness. I am virtuousness. I am talent. I am endurance. I am joy. I am intelligence. I am loyalty. I am royalty. I am everything good and perfect. And who can tell me otherwise, The King of kings told me so.