I am a daughter, a sister, a friend
I am the hands that lend
I am the path that never ends
I am hopeful and determined
I am a daughter of a man who regrets
I am the dancer in the silhouette
I am the math problem that you can't forget
I am creative and passionate
I am a sister who is stuck inbetween
I am the dark that can be seen
I am the fighting machine
I am faithful and serene
I am a friend that belongs
I am the melody to the song
I am the right that is sewed to the wrong
I am courageous and strong
I am a daughter who once had to fight
I am the bird ready to go on its flight
I am the string attached to the kite
I am thankful and polite
I am a spitting image of my mother
I am the fighter, the pusher, the shover
I am no longer hovered
I am lost, but somehow discovered
I am a girl that rips off her disguise
I am the fibber with the lies
I am the one with the blue eyes
I am stubborn and wise
I am the "daughter" of two strong and loyal women
I am the how, the why, the what, the when
I am the sinner fighting the sin
I am opinionated and confident
I am a girl ready to fly
I am the tears attached to the goodbye
I am the bird soaring in the sky
I am untangled and untied
I am a girl who used to be shy
I am Christmas in July
I am the fate in the eye
I am me, myself, and I
Thursday, February 26, 2009
I Am...
Posted by Mariah at 7:52 PM
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