I Am


I am
not an American Girl
With blonde hair
My identity lies
somewhere behind the pon poms
To the right of my favorite picture
and slightly above
the chocolate of my eyes

You think you know me
I don't even no myself
Can't you hear the insecurity of my
assured answers?
I am not Rachael
I am not who you want me to be
I am not the mask you see
I am

By: Rachael (Age 12)


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