By Audrey Lambert, TIWP Student
Who am I?
Am I a human being?
Am I gender?
A skin color?
Another bump in my ancestral line?
Am I a reflection of the location of which I live in?
A product of my country?
Am I a number on a scale?
A pencil mark on the door frame?
Am I a set of check boxes?
A list of distinguishing physical characteristics?
Am I the three words someone else would use to describe me?
My biggest flaw?
My biggest asset?
Am I set of percentages evaluating my intelligence?
Letter grades on a report card?
Am I a statistic?
Am I my interests?
A couple of hobbies?
What I like and what I don’t like?
Am I what other people perceive me to be?
Or am I who I see in the mirror?
Who I hear in my head?
Am I my judgmental, dark thoughts?
Or am I the reprimanding thoughts that follow?
Am I who I think I am?
Or am I what others think of me?
Am I who I know I am if I don’t know myself?
Am I a personality?
Or am I an amalgamation of the personalities of those around me?
A sponge that soaks up traits of others?
Am I the people who I surround myself with?
Am I two chromosomes?
A string of DNA?
Am I a 50-50 combination of my parents?
Or am I my own person?
What am I defined by?
My current impact?
My future impact?
Am I a legacy?
A story to be told?
Or am I just another cardboard box in the attic labeled with a Sharpie?
Another faded photograph of a face with a forgotten name?
Another footprint on a loose dirt path, waiting to be blown away or covered up by another?
Am I just another speck of dirt in the infinitality of our universe?
Another grain of sand at the bottom of the ocean?
Do I matter?
Will I matter?
Am I just another person?
Another face in the crowd?
Or am I a human being, one with rights, and a life, one that breathes oxygen and drinks water?
One that has everything that makes a human a human?
A sentient being with opposable thumbs, and language, and art, and culture?
Am I nothing, a speck of a human?
Or am I everything in a human package?
Who am I?