First, I am Holly,
and then I am a woman.
Then a daughter,
Then a student,
Then a friend.
I am, a Holly.
I am a feeler
and a talker.
A weeper
and a laugher.
I am a Holly.
I am a lover,
I am a hater.
I am confident,
I am scared.
I am honest,
I am a lier.
I am strong,
I am weak.
First, I am Holly,
and then I am a woman.
Then a daughter,
Then a student,
Then a friend.
Sometimes I forget.
Sometimes I am a friend,
before I am Holly.
Sometimes I am a daughter,
before I am a woman.
Sometimes,
I pretend not to hate,
I pretend I am always brave.
Sometimes,
I bite my tongure,
and quiet my laugh.
Sometimes,
I deny my emotions,
and my gut reactions.
But that is not who I am.
This poem is a celebration of internal contradictions, a reminder to resist being labelled by anything other than who you are. I like the power behind it.
ReplyDeleteI love how much you say through poems! And its okay if you forget sometimes, as long as when it comes down to it you know <3
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This is amazing my little poet.
ReplyDeleteThank you :)
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