I am...Who I am
Lets say theres a little girl
she use to be the shyest girl who wondered about the world,
.and explore the meaning of this so called life!
with the little giggles she had, in the corner of the crowd
the little voice that said such worthwhile words that flowed like a river
yet she shivered since she always sat under the ac
sniffing, sniffle, then a sneeze
That's all she faced
until one day she was struck by lightning that was so frightening
and then the rain poured out, her house of hopes and dreams fell
she wondered why…
with her throat tightening with fear asking
why..
Then she sniffled and sniffed the runny nose she had
but was not the ac
but, because her dreams have failed with the lies
told from the ones she loved the most
she had realized she was soft inside,
sensitive from the hurtful things in the world
so she build the walls of hope
then what? did she cry ? did she give up?
no...she became forceful, it wasn't easy so she was busy.
it took time.until one day.
She put her fist up in the air and yelled “I am who I am”