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Who I am
I am
A daughter
A neice
A friend
A stepdaughter
A sister
A grandchild
A cousin
A best friend
I am the daughter of a biological father
Who raised a hand to his offspring for being too loud
Too annoying
Too bad
I am the niece of a woman who yells
Just to hear the sound of her own voice
I was the friend of an innocent girl
Who had to fight for her life
And lost
I wasn’t there for her
I forgot her
She is no more
I am also a friend to those
Who are fighting with the pain
That is building
In their souls
I am one of them
But I am also
A stepdaughter to
A man who took my mother as his wife
Who took my brother as his son
Who took me as his daughter
Who raised us as his own
Despite our past
I am sister
To two amazing children
Two children that look to me
For reassurance
A strong shoulder to cry on
For love
I am grandchild to a woman who
Bakes warm cookies
That she can never eat due to allergies
A woman who has crows feet at the corners of her eyes
From years of constantly smiling
Even in the worst of situations
I am cousin to
So many that I have lost count
I am best friend to a boy who
Despite his better judgment
Chose to talk to me
That first day on the playground
But I am also
Odd
Rare
Special
Undefined
I don’t know who I am yet
And that is ok
So
I am ok
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This poem was really humbling for me because I am not a very vulnerable person. I was able to write about negative things in my past but also positive things that are in my life right now. It was very therapeutic to get all of my emotions on paper and to see it written out. I hope that this poem shows people that you don't have to know who you are to be happy or at least to be ok.