wrapped in her through different names, homes, and types of love.
Title, educational background,
societal labels.
Like a hand-woven sweater,
her true identity
slowly, delicately,
unraveling like a loose thread.
Revealing her soul.
Her smile,
and unspoken words
communicated through her eyes.
Beautiful scars,
some seen and unseen,
telling the depths of her experiences and story.
Identity.
Discovered by dismissing what she once thought she was.
Tearing apart Webster’s definition.
Creating her own beauty.
Identifying with her own being.
Defining her own identity.
