Who am I?🦋

Suffering from identity crisis was definitely not in my plans. But here I am.

I met someone new. She asked 'Who are you?'

I had no answer. I asked myself 'Who am I?'

Still no answer. 

I know something about myself at least. I know I'm suffering from identity crisis. I know I'm a writer. But if I'm not a writer, who am I?

I mean, I'm actually getting known. I'm growing. I have the growth I've always desired. I'm actually known as a writer.

I write beautiful things. I say beautiful things. And I'm beautiful on my own.

But not knowing who I am? That's definitely not beautiful. 

When will I know who I am? Will I ever know who I am? 

I'm definitely stressed. I'm definitely tired of being told what to do, who  and who not to talk to, where and where not to go. I'm definitely angry that someone posted my poem and cropped my name out of it. 

So I guess that's a win.

Maybe I don't know who I am yet. Maybe I'm still on the brink of discovery. Maybe I should stop thinking about it too much.

I mean I dont know who I am yet but at least I know who I want to be and that's enough to drive me to keep going. To enjoy the growth. 

I'm a writer, a poet, a mental health blogger, a child of God, a sister, a daughter, a friend, a lawyer in the making. I think that's enough for now. 

I mean, who wants to grow up too fast? Who wants to figure it all out at once?

Definitely not me.

I think I'm contented for now. And so, when faced with that question again, I'll tell them 'I  don't know who I am for now, but I do know who I want to be'.

And so I'll ask you that question too.

'Who are you?'

-Grace Adebayo 🦋❤️