Who am I?
I am..
I am?
what gives you the right to ask who am i?
I don’t even know who I am yet. what I do in my life doesn’t define
who I am. I know that I am an artist but that doesn’t define me. The world is
who wants to define me. I don’t define myself as anything but a person trying to survive.
This poem is about:
Me
My country
Our world