Who am I?

I am

Who am I?

Am I my adress or my neighborhood?

Am I my clothes or my shoes?

Am I what the MEDIA says I am?

Who am I?

Who am I?

Am I the pieces of trash I find on the street?

Or the people I see on TV every week?

Am I the sun or the moon?

Am I the woman who makes the men swoon?

I am not what I think I am

I am not what you think I am

But according to our philosophy I am what you think I think I am.

Well let me explain who I think I am

I am the sun, the moon and the stars all wrapped up in a chocolate coat

I am my feet, which may be a size 12, but are beatiful anyway. 

I am the children that will soon fill my womb and will be blessed to take care of

I am my the gravity that forces me against the ground with each step

I am--  

the

not this

but I am who I am

And in that, is infinite beauty