I am who I am
The one I call me
Some people may wonder who is this person I call me.
Or even how I came to be.
I think about it for a few seconds, then in my best popeye voice.
I am who I am.
I have no choice.
I can shop with the best.
Feel warm and fuzzy inside.
Strip down a small block.
Rebuilt it in no time.
I stop to smell the flowers.
Feed a stray pet, watch a bird fly.
Cuse like a sailor.
Cut like a knife.
I still play with the helicopter seeds.
A maple seed for those who are naive.
I skip and I hop.
Never to old to act like a child.
Stroll and pose like a fashion model.
Wrestle with my friends down in the hallow.
Am I male or female
From this writing you tell me
This is who I am and ment to be.
No need to fight it.
Just accepct the fack and you shall be enlightend.
You are who you are.
I will not fault you for that.
This is who I am. The one I call me
The end
This is my very first poem or sorts. trying to exercize my brain. Please all the critics let me know the truth, even more on my grammer
I stink at that REAL BAD
Brandi
