Who I Am

We search our whole lives for who we are and what defines us.

We search for a way to accurately depict ourselves

because by knowing who we are we know how we work.

I am more than my mixed race, my female gender, my commendable grades, or anything else

that we deem appropriate to define a person’s worth.

Although these are who I am, they are not all that I am.

I am a culmination of all my past experiences and emotions.

I ascertained that I am emotional when I discovered that I cry very easily.

I discovered that I am innovative when I invented my own pastry dish.

I found that I am talented when I stared at my fingers in awe after playing an elaborate piece.

I learned that I am staid in my beliefs when they were tested.

I am my mother’s hard-headedness and eyes

and my father’s care and heart.

I am blunt, yet I can speak with eloquence.

I am talented, yet I am still a student.

At times, I talk too much, I am too hard on myself, and I doubt my abilities.

I am imperfect, but I am proud of who I am and how I define myself.