Who am I?

Well who are you to say?

But, then again, who am I?

Seventeen years to ponder this fact.

So? Who am I today?

 

Kalon,

Kindness is my strength

And my smile, it’s armor.

Here to help others

No matter how far they may wander.

 

Creative,

I am a starving artist

With food in my mouth.

Traveling around,

Letting music be my sound.

 

Southern,

Born and raised.

Sweet tea and Ray Bans

Can’t leave home without ‘em.

 

Feminist,

Believing in equal rights.

All is fair in love…

And politics.

Equal opportunity without discrimination,

That’s how I see my free nation.

 

Loving life,

All it has to offer and all that I take-

Feeling each moment day by day.

The air in my lungs

And sun on my skin,

The skin I am happy to be in.

 

Fearful,

Of what? I am not sure.

But it lurks around me always consuming more.

Let’s just say

It’s the monster under the bed.

 

Playful,

With my thoughts of color,

Crayola just never had enough.

I invent new ones with a flick of my tongue

And strokes on my page.

 

Meticulous,

In my sport all around.

Where I move, how fast I get there

And just how loud I can sound.

Diving and rolling around

 to keep the ball moving and inbounds.

 

Perfectionist,

Of everything.

Except my room,

A disheveled mess filled with food.

Books stacked high- words lining the wall,

I am amazed I can breathe at all.

 

This is who I am today.

Will it be the same tomorrow?

I don’t know,

But this is who I am today.

So there, now we both know.