So who am I?
That question so blunt.
So discrete.
Am I a young woman who is in love?
In love with a person who
Is obscure about love.
Or am I the one who lashes out?
When I feel I cannot be heard
Through the strong presence of
My reckless and honest actions.
Am I a young woman who does not care?
Who does not care at all or way too much.
Or is it the reality of my nature?
The lack of willingness to be
emotionally expressive,
But available to sensual moments
That are pure. Appreciated.
Am I a little girl in this large world
That misses her mom every so often?
That needs security…
Or Am I a young woman so distant
And tough, but truly sensitive and loving?
Am I that bold assertive young woman
That has a voice to be heard?
Who am I?
I am a young woman
Twenty years old
Who is still searching
For the woman I am meant to become.