“Identity- the fact of being who or what a person or thing is”

But it is so much more than you birthday, favorite color, or other trait that you’re thinking

I prefer to define myself as the sound of my pencil curving across the paper

The good morning smell of our coffee maker

My identity is found in the hum of my sewing machine

As I create wearable art, like I have been, since fourteen

I would describe myself as the way the letters of my signature curve together

Closely knit and personal, like a homemade sweater

All of these elements that make up me

Are thanks to my experiences, friends, and family

Thanks to the words of my mother and opinions of my best friend

I have parts of me that also reflect them

That is why my identity is seen through the goodbyes I have to say

The artwork I put on display

But I also the artwork I hide, because it didn’t go that great

It’s through the seams sewn on the clothes I make

And lastly, through every poem I’ve ever written

To this very day