Who Am I?
Who am I?
I’m asking,
Because I don’t know.
They say,
« You don’t have to know »
But how can one go through life
Not knowing the most important thing,
Not knowing who you are.
I have always known
That I am different.
I tried to change myself,
To fit a box made
For somebody else.
One day, the box broke open
And the light poured in.
It guided me,
And encouraged me.
It showed me the way
And was with me
When I was lost.
But that light was too bright at first,
I was used to the dark.
It was too unknown.
I was scared of it.
I was not ready.
I was ashamed of the light.
Even worse, I was ashamed
Of being ashamed.
So I hid in the shadows.
But then I showed the light to someone.
And that someone told me
« If I had Pom poms, I would wave them. »
If someone is waving
Hypothetical Pom Poms for me,
I think I deserve to stand
In that spotlight.
I look back at that box now
And see how much
I have grown since I left it.
I am still the same person,
But I am so much happier,
Because I trusted the light.
I realise it was never a box;
It was a closet,
Waiting for me
To open the door
And let the world see
Who I am.
I have no model
Of whom I wish to be.
Perhaps I will grow
To be that person
For others to see.
I wish for all those
Who don’t know
Who they are,
To take a leap of faith,
To find that light,
And stand proudly.
Who am I?
I know who I am now.
I am me,
I am nonbinary,
And my pronouns are they/he.
This is my message for you
Break out of your box,
It’s so much freer out here.
My door is always open,
And I will wave Pom Poms for you,
Whoever you are.