Who Am I?

A poem I had to write for a global experience class in college. Describes me through my upbringing.

Who Am I? The questions ponders still.

What am I like? What defines me? Look me up in the dictionary, tell me what you find.

There’s always the obvious.

I have brown hair.

The only one one in my family with such a shade, chocolatey brown, and the only one with curls that are sometimes thick enough for my hands (and thoughts simultaneously) to get tangled in.

I have gray-blue eyes.

This is from my mother, shown in my brothers, and uncommon for others. Usually, people with dark hair also carry the gene for dark eyes.

I am female.

A simple x, yet it carries so much meaning for me.

I’ve been told all my life what I can’t do by those whom I won’t name.

Girls can’t do politics.

You’ll struggle, since girls can’t do math.

Just go paint your nails or something.

I think they must notice how chipped the paint is.

I also like to reminisce on my childhood memories, one stuck to the fridge at my Mommom’s house. I was only 3, chasing around chickens, trying only to feed them, but they were all so frightened at my help.

Actually, my best memories were not in that house, but outside of it. Taking care of animals, walking with my Poppop, and most importantly, taking deep breaths of the fresh air while I still could.

I remember when staying up late was fun. Now I get excited to be in bed by 10:00, dread staying up past 11.

I love to write, if it isn’t obvious yet. As a writer, you can be anyone, portray anyone, describe anything, and make people feel. When I read, I want to be able to picture everything, and scream at the characters what they should do. When I write, I control them on my own with a pen-stroke.

Something I’ve gained is maternal instinct. My youngest brother being two, he depended on me since he was first born to be one of his primary caretakers. I was the one that stayed up at night, soothing his cry, and trudging to school that same morning. I learned maturity, patience, and gained skills I (for once) can’t quite put into words.

I am an Independent, because I recognize that things change. Just as seasons change, the stars, and our lives, it is important to recognize that there is always a sway in our motions.

My favorite holiday is Halloween, not just for the candy, but because for one night you can be someone else.

You can be something scary, if you feel afraid.

You can be a princess, if you feel down about yourself.

Or you can be a somebody famous, which is great for when you’re a nobody.

Who am I? Well, who do I want to be this year?

Author's Note

Okay it isn't my best for sure, but I don't really want to change it. I wrote this with pure thought about my life and what has impacted me, so this isn't really meant to be perfect. I challenge anyone reading this to do something similar (and maybe email me or read request so I can see it!) Thanks for any comments or ratings, I do appreciate it and use it for future reference.