“I Am”

by Mya Evans 

identity is hard to identify 

i am a megagon 

a million sides but which one is the truth?

with strangers, i am a passing face on the train

holographic butterflies decorate my phone case

eyeliner and mascara decorate my face

my outfit

over the top or underdressed

questionable or intriguing 

depending on the eyes that take a glance

my white sneakers decorated with gray and dirt from the over wearing 

a girl with somewhere to be at whatever time it may be

presenting the outside look without a full story

to my friends, i am a patchwork of sewed up lyrics and scripts 

i am energetic sunshine walking in the streets of manhattan taking them to places i’ve found on the internet 

buying memorabilia from our trips 

taking pictures of every moment that will soon slip out of our fingers

meaningless trinkets to the unloved eye, the surface dwellers 

a girl filled to the brim with love, smiles, and sarcasm

presenting a person they’d want to stick around for

to my family, i am a disarray of the past, present, and future 

room painted with shoe boxes, clothes, wires, and school supplies 

i am a big sister 

mean, aggressive, loving, caring

a girl coming from a lot of love, fight, and intelligence 

presenting the almost truest version of myself 

but these are all versions that shine in the light

the truest version of identity hides at midnight 

hopes that you don’t see it through the moonlight 

the version that’s out of the spotlight 

to myself, i am the tear stained pillow on my unmade bed 

i am an elegant ballerina dancing with two left feet 

i am a brain frazzled and buzzing with so many ideas 

i am a puzzle with missing pieces scattered across my timeline 

i am a collection of half stitched clothes with a slew of imperfections 

i am a teddy bear stuffed with kindness 

i am a fighter for what i believe is right 

i am a lover to many things and many people 

i am full of controversial thoughts that don’t need apologies 

i am a mirrorball, incandescent light highlighting my different sides

i am magic, madness, magnanimous

i am a piece of everyone i’ve ever met and every place i’ve ever been

i am a painting decorated by anything i’ve come in contact with 

i am every version of myself

i am still drawing with this pen in my hand where my identity will land

i will continue on my journey of identity because 

identity is hard to identify