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I am who I am.

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Ridderkvinden

Published: Aug 12, 2013

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Mine is not a face that would launch a thousand ships
Mine is not a body that would make men go to war
Mine is not a mind, sharp as a blade nor quick or witty
Mine is a heart that bleeds and loves none the less.

I am not a queen of beauty or elegance of ages past
I am not a model or scientist, nor a woman of career
I am not a fashion statement or a symbol of feminism
I am a woman with hopes and dreams none the less.

Mine is not a perfect home from the magazines
Mine is not the latest fashion or trends of clothes
Mine is not the accepted norms of life or style
Mine is the individuality of not caring for either.

I am not the person everyone else wants me to be
I am not the kind of woman people expect of me
I am not flawless, nor ashamed of the flaws I have
I am who I am, and I am who I want to be.

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AnnaGladue

Sep 8, 2013

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I knew right off the bat the theme was a normal woman struggling with the world - then in the middle I got a splash of nice cold water. The writer isn't struggling, she owns herself, and her dreams, hopes, desires and journey. I reread the poem from the beginning and the theme is again clear - I am me.

There are no new images within the poem, but there is a freshness and a wonderful honesty to the words.

A nice rhythm flows, and the use of repetition is well done. I am also very happy to see 'I' capitalized. So many don't do this in poems (or even prose) and I'm not sure if they truly mean they have a deep disrespect for themselves, or if they simply don't know how to capitalize.

I also enjoy the way the writer contrasts herself with the images of what society says is ideal.

Overall I enjoyed the piece quite thoroughly.

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