Original Poem: I am Ritika

Preface: The third of my "self-defining" poems. This one is short :)

I am Ritika
by Ritika Roy Choudhury

I am A Speck
Daughter of passion,
Who needs attention and pays little,
Who loves being Hero,
Who sees romance where there is none,
Who hates when others don’t believe in me,
Who fears drowning in mediocrity,
Who dreams of power and a world of sympathy,
Who has found poems to be solace in storms,
Resident of chaos,
Of Stardust.

Original Poem: I'm Still the Same

Preface: We're working on a poetry unit at school right now, and writing a few self-defining poems. I'll likely post three of them. This one was a comic one (because my life is a jOkE hAHA) and because the others were a little more somber.

I'm Still the Same
by Ritika Roy Choudhury

I was 10 years old,
A little naïve
A little too trusting
A little short
A little nice
A little scared
A little excited

I am 17 years old,
Still a little naïve,
Still a little too trusting,
Still a little too short,
Still a little too nice,
Still a little too scared,
Still a little excited,
But now I have boobs.

Original Poem: Who I Am.

This poem I modified from a self-definition poem we were asked to write in class. I tried to be creative.😅 Thoughts?

Who I am.
   by Ritika Roy Choudhury

I am |me, myself, and I|
(Though sometimes I wish I wasn’t)
Daughter of a mother who is a daughter still,
Daughter of a |father, and he himself|; I have his eyes,
Sister of success where I have failed,
But I - am not jealous.

I am a boulder.
I am filled with  feathers  ,
I am a stack of oreos,
blackwhiteblack that somehow go together,
overconfident, crippling self-doubt;
powerful, lazy;
Indian, American;

               I am never me,

                 in my body and head -

               I am tall,

             thin

               graceful,

             I have sparkling eyes

             and a plump cherry smile,

             a funhouse mirror.

I am delusional, I am crazy,
I believe in myself when I guarantee nobody would believe in me,
I hate myself to bits, and I pick up the bits every time,
I am a product of my worlds and I am an upheaval in existence,
And this havoc has
something to prove,
something to show,
something to fight,
something to SAY…
I am.

…not sure what I can be -
me?