I am Me

I am late nights,

Working at my studies until I get everything just right.

 

I am a small town grocery clerk,

calling my customers by name,

welcoming those that are new.

 

I am picking outfits for my sisters,

giggling, gossiping, and venting all the while.

 

I am crying in embarrassment,

the supper I tried to cook for my boyfriend ruined,

when I tried so hard to make it perfect.

 

I am surroued by stacks of books I have picked out,

bewildered as to which I should choose to read first.

 

I am ecstatic,

knowing I will be with the love of my life in a few short hours,

bouncing in my desk with the excitement.

 

I am a spitting image,

looking exactly like my mother,

and miming her slightest actions

 

I am a lot of things.

 

I am joyful

I am excitable

I am anxious at times,

I am filled with love

I crave being helpul to others.

 

I am a lot of things

 

But most importantly,

I am Me

 
This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
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