wrapped in her through different names, homes, types of loves.

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,

unspoken words

communicated through her eyes.

Beautiful scars, 

some seen and unseen,

telling the depths of her experiences and story. 


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.

© Christina Kajal. |