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Who Am I?
I am Emily Jean.
Some people mistake me for a mean and rude person,
When actually I am a nice person that never means anyone harm.
My shyness is often taken on offense,
I am only letting others speak their thoughts,
When I’d rather hold mine inside.
Who am I?
Communication between people doesn’t have to be aloud.
My way of saying hi, and showing my love and kindness is smiling.
I am a person who choose to look forward to the rest of my life,
Trying to live with what I get and not attempting to change the real me.
I am a girl who cherishes every moment spent, for it may be my last.
Who am I?
There are some people that feel they are alone,
They hurt inside, and blame everyone else for that pain.
I am me, and I am responsible for what takes place in my life.
Every morning I choose to be in a good mood or a bad mood;
A sad mood only brings other people down.
So I avoid the bad feelings to the furthest of my control.
Who am I?
I go to school every day, and I try to attend every class,
But I am a teenager and that makes me want to be anywhere but there.
My education is very important to me, because like everyone else:
I deserve one. Some people make the bad choice to not have one.
If you take the time to get to know me, you’ll see I am a good person.
Who am I?
I am a girl. And I wear makeup almost all of the time.
Sometimes people ask me why I wear the clothes I do,
The makeup and even why I change my hair color.
It’s not because I don’t like who I am and what I look like,
It’s mainly because I feel more comfortable and I just don’t seem
The same without it. I choose to look the way I do, because that is me.
Who am I?
I’ve discovered I like to argue, (not the kind where you pick fights).
The small “uh huh, nu uh’s” because I almost always win.
I am a kid inside. I’d like to keep that with me forever.
I like to jump in mud puddles. My two friends and I stand in the middle
And we count to three and try to make the biggest splash as possible.
My favorite quote is: “You don’t stop laughing because you grow old…
You grow old, because you stop laughing.”
Who am I?
I try not to hold any grudges against anyone.
Hate is not my way of solving problems.
Violence falls under hate. If I hated every little thing that bothered me
I would just become just like everyone else,
Who forms this wall of hatred and won’t let anyone in.
Who am I?
I am a girl. I like glowers, and being held and loved.
I like the color pink and I like to talk on the phone.
I like guys. I am comfortable with being myself around guys.
I am a dork, and I let it show. I like to make my friends laugh.
If someone is sad and crying, it makes me sad and I want to cry with them.
I don’t like to cry. It makes me feel empty inside.
Who am I?
I have rules, standards, and even laws to abide by, and I will.
I am an American. I live among a family that is “racist” in so many ways
That it makes me sick. I am no different than my friends, because we are all equal.
I have the same blood running through me as all of them.
In a way, I am just like everyone else. I am not a white dot upon a chalkboard,
I stand in the crowd and I blend in, but I stand tall, because I am okay with the real me.
Who am I?
I am proud of who I am, and who I will be.
I am a teenage, young woman, and someday the “young” will fall away,
But for right now, I am who I am, and that’s all I can be.
I don’t and won’t try to fit into a specific stereotype, because that’s not me,
And I won’t fit into anyone of them… but ME.
September 23, 2002
