Sometimes when I look in the mirror I would ask myself who am I?But as soon as that thought comes to mind it quickly disappears.
I know who I am…..
I am the blessed child raised by a perfect mother. I am the youngest child out of my three older siblings. I am a proud maori girl coming from a powerful tribe. I am proud of who I am. We are all different From our hair down our toes we are different
So why is everyone trying to be the same?Everyone in this room has a different background. Coming from different countries and different families. So why when I look around all I see is people .People who are not being themselfs. People who are folllowing others into the wrong path. What I am is trying to say in this poem to be yourslef and be happy about it
Today in class we had the chance to recite our poems we have been writing for a few weeks. We thought really hard and carfully about what are poems are about. My poem I wrote is called identity. Its about being yourself, knowing who you are and not to follow others. When I was presenting my poem to the class I was feeling a bit nervouse but once I got halfway through my poem I was no longer nervouse and I was felling calm.
