Shaped by Life's Bombs
"Who Am I?"
A Question I now ask myself daily.
Am I the girl who smiles at random strangers?
Am I the girl who hands the homeless a sandwich?
Or am I the girl who is lost?
Am I the girl who notices her family is not perfect?
The girl who's father comes home late at night.
No, I am the girl who stood strongly in the midst of bombs.
The girl who wiped the tears from her mother's face.
I am a unique figure shaped by life's bombs.
I am Lauren.
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