I am a daughter.
More trouble than she’s worth,
But who’ll always come home for holidays (and maybe some weekends)
I am a sister.
The one who’s too annoying for her own good,
But who is always there for her siblings, no matter what
I am a friend.
Good for chocolate and smiles,
Who understands and who is understood.
I am a librarian.
Defending books and education,
From the forces of ignorance and uninformed prejudice.
I am a musician.
Speaking to your soul,
Through an instrument and nothing more.
I am a writer.
Drawing pictures with my words,
Spilling my heart onto a blank page.
I am a dreamer.
Living a life in my head,
When this life becomes too much.
I am me and nothing more,
I am everything I want to be, and nothing less.
I am myself.