Indefinable Personage

I am human...I am a woman...I am black...I am young...I am a student...I am intelligent. Does that define me?...No...keep going. I am beautiful...I am phenomenal ... I am passionate...I am thick...I am a dreamer...I am a sister...I am a daughter...I am a friend...I am blessed. How about those? ...Ha...not even close...keep going. I am outspoken...I am confused...I am a laugher...I am a crier...I am a lover...I am 5'6"...I am incredible...I am unique...I am hurt...I am thoughtful. Can you tell me when I am getting close?...Haha... Can't guarantee that will ever happen...

When asked to define yourself in one or two or three words...you are quick to do it. Although...I do admit sometimes it takes time...sometimes. You pick that one positive word..or those few that would satisfy the person asking the question. But honestly...that is impossible. It is impossible to define ourselves. Especially in just a few words. We always limit ourselves. Limit ourselves to the endless possibilities...possibilities of personage. We are so much more than what we sometimes portray. Sure that person in the mirror gives a pretty accurate perception. But thats just it...a perception. You cant truly grasp from what you see. There is a person hidden behind that deep thick flesh. Didn't think to look there huh?...yea...that is often the case. But then again...who wants to take the time to peel and lift that thick flesh to show you whats inside? Its hard work. And exposing it is risk for infection...more addition to who I am..more negative addition. We only want to think of the positive. The positive of "who I am"...the parts of "who I am" I want you to know...want you to see. The negative is too heavy to bare...so heavy people often reach for a release. A release that will also contribute to "who they are". I might slip and show you a piece of "who I am" that you had never seen. Don't be shocked...its just a piece...and I slipped...oops...you weren't supposed to see that. Hopefully your "perception" doesn't change. Too late? ...Sorry... I tried. Your loss...or maybe your gain?...you have another piece of who I am. Lucky you. You don't ask...I wont tell. You ask...I probably still wont tell. If I do...you cherish it. I'm bringing you closer to "who I am". You will never reach the end...but then again neither will I. We are in this together...only if you want to...only if i let you.