Who am I?
Am I the girl that stares into the mirror, 
internally degrading herself for not being
society's sweetheart?

Who am I?
Am I the lady who cannot keep up with the 
millions of facades that she attempts to play 
in order to fit in?

Who am I?
Am I the woman that hasn't picked a solid career
and is long overdue for a graduation ceremony?

Who am I?
Am I the bitch who can't keep her mouth shut
and refuses to tolerate anyone?

Who am I?
Am I the hoe who slathers on the makeup
just to mask the insecurities that
society's superficial standards have imposed upon me?

Who am I?
Am I what people swear I am?
The one that can't keep her shit together,
the one that can't even walk in five inch stilettos?

Who am I? 
Am I the hollowness of my stomach 
or the fullness of my heart?

Who am I?
I am strength. I am wisdom. I am perseverance. I am empathy. I am love.
All these things make me, and nothing else.