I AM
I am from the Saturday morning cartoons
and learning the difference between church dresses and play dresses.
I am from the mistakes I have made and the lessons I have learned.
I am from the time I burnt my hand learning not to touch the hot stove and the time
I felt like I had lost all control and ended up in the ER for a suicide attempt.
I am from the first boyfriend I had and the first heartbreak I ever endured.
I am not my past my but the lessons I learned in my past, and if you really knew me, you'd know that
this is but a small part of who I really am.
This poem is about:
Me