My poem entitled: I AM

I was the product of a failed marriage

I was the result of poor decision making

I was the girl many people gave up on

I was always popular but never accepted

I was admired and envied but not truly loved

I was a wreck emotionally and spiritually

I was almost a statistic because of poor self image

That was me. 

I simply WAS.

But now...

I am the epitome of elegance

I am the embodiment of success

I am the result of hard-work and perseverance

I am the lone star shining bright in a sky filled with darkness

I am hope wrapped in bronzed colored silk

I am intelligent, tenacious, and ambitious

I am an imperfect blend of perfect qualities

I am NOT a cautionary tale

I am NOT a statistic

I simply AM.

What Am I? An Essay of Personal Reflection

I have often been asked "What are you?" I normally answer, "A human being, just like you."  Many people who have asked me that question are usually curious about my nationality or ethnicity.  I usually leave their question unanswered,void, and bottomless. The biggest reason for that is because of the way I feel about that question.  Honestly, how stupid is that question? What am I?  However, in a more solitary space, I have asked myself that same question."What am I?"  I have definitely given this question a lot of thought.  This is my answer to myself:

I am handcrafted by God himself. From birth, He created me and even before then.  I am His daughter.  I am also the daughter of my earthly parents whom He gave me. I am a wife to a husband who God set aside just for me.  I am a mother to children God blessed me to have.  When He presented them, they each came in their own pretty packages, adorned in golden ribbons just like a gift on Christmas.  I love them so much, they are my world.

But I digress...

I was supposed to answer the question,"What am I?" I could not possibly answer that question without first acknowledging the beings that gave my life fulfillment and meaning.  My devoted, highly educated, well respected, non compromising father and my loving, caring, and wise mother.  From these two sprang forth me.  Little did I know what life would be about.  Ill-prepared for life's journey, I packed light.  In every year of my life, I accumulated souvenirs to add to my baggage:  heartbreaks, fears, disappointments,achievements, failures, successes, wins,losses, deaths, births, oppression, and FREEDOM.

So, what am I?  I guess I cannot fully answer that question because I am constantly changing.  God's work is not yet complete. It will take my entire lifetime for me to answer this question.  I will spend my entire life seeking the answer.  As I journey through this life, God remains my Light, my Safety, and my Hope.

What am I?
To be continued...