Who Am I?


Uncertain
about the fabric of me.
my skin is unblemished,
genetically passed down
to me by some mother
Who
gave birth to me. Some
mother who gave me up,
hoping she was doing the
right thing. My hair
is
enviable - blonde strands
naturally highlighted with
gold. What I'm more than a
little vague about is
the stranger
who keeps insisting
she is the real me,
and if I would allow
her to take up residence
inside
this cowardly shell,
I will finally come
to terms with who
I was born to be.

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