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?