Who am I?
I am a girl, small but loud.
I am bits of my parents,
In every part of me
I am my mother’s loud voice
And I am by father’s forehead and awful laugh
I am my mother’s inability to gain weight, no matter how much we eat
I am my father’s clone at keeping everything nice and neat
But what am I not?
I am not the sound of yelling at 3 in the morning
Nor am I bags and boxes piled into a car
I am not a new house, with a new girl
Going between two different homes
I am a combination of the two
I am the peacemaker,
The girl with the camera,
The girl that just won’t get off her phone!
I am bits and pieces of my parents,
Just not always in one