Who Are You?
The teacher said,
Answer this question: who are you?
Even if it seems a daunting task,
After discussing this topic, this theme,
See if you can write, at last.
Alright, let’s give it a whirl:
I am eighteen, from England, and formerly from Florida,
I live in Gorham, in Maine, in New England,
In the United States of America, on planet Earth,
In a spindly arm of the Milky Way Galaxy,
And in God knows what else?
I’m a thinker of abstract thoughts,
And a dreamer of abstract dreams,
Young white male seeking a responsive world.
I like to read, write, and listen to what the world says,
I like to stay active, in mind, body, and soul,
Am I that different from those around me?
Some days I wear blue jeans, a white shirt, and sneakers,
Other days, see me wearing shorts and sandals,
Or my purple-green-blue parka, a size too large for me.
I’m a self-proclaimed optimistic cynic,
People are inherently good, except when they aren’t, even me;
I suppose I’m a realist,
I have likes and dislikes, passions and things that I really couldn’t care less about,
Sort of like everybody else.
I understand the prompt,
And what you wanted us to do.
I just don’t understand why everyone’s papers are so different,
When in reality, we’re all basically the same,
You are me, and, essentially, I am you.