I Am...

I am my mother's child. Strong and determined. Loving and enthusiastic.

I am my father's child. Ever changing and stubborn. Closed and neglected.

I am beyond what you see, beyond the inner me that I allow to be gazed upon.

I am birthed from Indians and Italians, Jamaicans and Britons, a big mixing pot like most.

I am a procrastinator yet impulsive. Addictive and rare.

I am 1 million symbols trying to be deciphered by 1 million men. I am the color black and white, but never grey.

I can be odd yet fit into the circle in which you thrive. I am the opposite of what you’re thinking right now… I am… I am

~Elle