I am who I say.

They say I am weak.

I am little.

I am poor.

I am ugly.

I am what they say.


I am not defined by my wallet.

By my talent.

By my scores.

By my looks.

By my family.

By my past.

I am defined by how I am still smiling,

Despite all those things

That I thought defined me.

Those things may have cut me.

Bruised me.

Bent me.

Cracked me.

But they were molding me.

Into the person I am now.

I am strong.

I am worth it.

I am beautiful.

I am who I say.

This poem is about: 
My family


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