Who Am I

Who am I I don't know I know what I am, what labels others apply to me I am human or so they say But tell me something what is so humane about our species something found in no others, something humane I am a lesbian Yes, a lover of women but I now choose very selectively though weary of trust, I am starved for love I am a crone Old, and withered by life I feel so aged, and weary at times I am sickened by what I see that others do not Even though I seldom see what is right in front of me I am a child I look about myself in wonder society constantly baffles my mind I find happiness in the small things of life I have experienced so little, but seen so much I still believe in love, so naive in matters of the heart I am an author I write many stories of loving, living, understanding though I do not yet understand these things I am a poet at least that is what i am told My pen hardly touches the paper and I think of what's important, in my heart My feelings flow freely in verse and sometimes not I am a pacifist I abhor anger, and violence it destroys love, lives, and souls I think there is always a peaceful solution if one is willing to search their heart and soul Though it may be harder, let go of your pride and try I am a survivor Many battles I have faced Somehow I always come out of them but never whole, for it is not that simple Along the way I have had to make sacrifices but here I stand, in quiet defiance and always will Though I am tattered, battered, and occasionally shattered Who am I I think above all I am an individual