Who are you?
What are you?
when you enter a store
meeting someone for the first time
they all want to know
who are you
that three letter phrase that gets rushed together
because everyone is in a rush
and no one really bothers to think about who am i?
to the people in the office working 9-5
I am just a number attached with my legal name on a certificate
my last four is more important than greeting my hello when I walked through the door
to my teachers
I am the girl who sits in the back and has to come in every morning for tutoring
She is the the one who gets A’s and B's
to the guy I just met
I am somebody cute and tiny who he simply can’t help but keep talking to
but for most things you are simply just
society likes boxes
white and black boxes with suffocating borders
heavy dark black approving checks if you are
blankless boxes if you don't
they like being able to divide white, african americans,latinos and other
we have boxes that say other
Other than asking those 4 questions nothing else applies or seems to matter?
Who am I?
I am a hardworking Spanish teacher’s daughter
I am someone’s little sister
I am Maxwell’s House coffee with two creamers and one scoop of sugar
I am every single Marc Anthony lyric
I am blurred vision until I put on my glasses
I am one million thoughts about how I am going to get to college at night
I am the shades of bright red and pink rosing on the inside of my cheeks when he kisses me
I am the tears that come slow and wet because sometimes I cry
I am boiling water spewing left and right when somebody lies to me
I am my memories and my personality
I fit more than just into a little box
but for the convince of the boxes
and for who it may concern