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.

This poem is about: 
My family


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