That one insatiable question,
That one thing that keeps pecking at my resolve and grit.
Like a woodpecker.
Who am I?
Am I simply a girl in high school?
Or am I defined by ethnicity?
Am I a just a sister and daughter
Or am I just defined by my appearance?
Am I a mere one in 7 billion?
Or am I defined by my knowledge?
I am all of those
And many more.
I am Shreya.
I am my emotions,
My talents.
I am my pride, my
Ego.
I am my heart,
My soul.
I am myself.
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