I AM...

Just the other day I've been looking through my school assignments and found one from my college preparatory class. It was a packet about owning my feelings and at the end of it I had to write down an I AM poem. The poem already had words on it but I had to write something after it. And being me I've decided to write down a bunch of silly things with a few serious things, because it wasn't going to be presented to my English teacher (thankfully).

And my friends might have inspired me in some areas, like being a Whovian.

(What I actually write is italicized).

I AM a girl named Stacy.

My mother would describe me as smart

My friends call me Stacy

I keep books

I remember a little bit of my childhood

I've learned how to be more open-minded

I hide my feelings from people

I read the same twenty-six letters over and over again

I shout that feminism isn't stupid

I AM a Whovian (and maybe a time lord)

I see everything that is visible

I hear sounds and a few voices in my head.

I taste not very edible

I feel fine for the moment

I think that the world is a messed up place

I whisper that the world shouldn't be so focused on girls when it comes to eating disorders and such

I AM a writer

I want money to buy books

I will work hard for what I want

I won’t ever do something that I don’t want to do.

I can write pretty well in English and in French.

I pretend to be sane around other people outside of my home.

I sing in a soft voice.

I AM an Asian

I dream of pretty “realistic” situations that will never happen.

I’m afraid of dark bathrooms.

I reach for the stars in hope that I will find the Doctor from Doctor Who.

I say I’m sorry when I feel guilty about hurting the other person.

I love the internet, reading, sleep, and books in general

I declare for the world to hear that cooked escargot is pretty tasty

I AM me