Everything I am not and everything I am

I am not a number

I am not my GPA

Or my grade on a test

Or my ACT score


I am not the number on the scale

Or the inches on a height chart

Or the number on my jeans


I am not how many awards I have won

Or the year I’ll graduate

Or how many credit hours I have taken


I am not a number


I am the songs I sing when no one is around

And the drawings hidden in my sketchbook

And the music flooding my headphones


I am my sassy remarks

And corny jokes

And running barefoot at midnight


I am what I love

And who I love

And why I love them


Mostly, I am me

I am an imperfect person.

And that is more than alright. 

This poem is about: 
Our world


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