Who are you?

Who are you?

They ask scornfully, doubtfully, hopefully

They assume I am this or that or the other thing

They’re wrong

I am an enigma

I am a human being

A human being who refuses to be defined

by words and ideas

by the expectations hoisted so casually upon her generation

I am a heart and a soul and a bag of bones

put on this earth for a reason I do not understand

but choose to accept

I am a fighter

I refuse to give up when they tell me I am incapable of the things they pushed me to do

I am a dreamer

I spend hours thinking of could bes and what ifs

I ponder distant lands and bustling markets

I plan my life to fulfill my dreams

I adapt when I land among the stars after shooting for the moon

And I worry that I am not good enough for my dreams to come true

I hope that my life will be as good as I have planned it to be

I am a warrior and a friend

An apparent paradox, but that’s me

I am kind and fierce and ambitious until the end

I am an enigma and a human

A body and a fighter

A dreamer and a warrior and a friend

I am all I can be, work to be

And all I aspire to be

Right now though? I’m just me.