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Juliana
Poems
Mar 2021
Untitled #11
I am unfinished.
I am not yet me.
I am not complete.
I am not who I was yesterday.
I am afraid of who I’ll be tomorrow.
I am unrecognizable.
This is not my face.
There are not my hands.
These are not my words.
I am a paradox.
I do not exist.
I am hidden from myself.
I am joy.
I am pain.
I am an enigma.
How do I know who I am
when that fact changes
every day
every hour
every minute
Do I exist as a point
or as a timeline
I am who I will be in twenty years
and as the little girl who held up
three fingers when she said
the word five.
I am a mystery.
I am an open book.
I am myself.
Pretend the formatting saved.
#iam
#enigma
Written by
Juliana
19/F/Michigan
(19/F/Michigan)
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