I am what I am.
The tic tac of the clock;
The lyrics to "Alexander Hamilton";
A day of sun;
The posters on my wall;
The flowers in grandma's garden;
The german books from school;
All the lines in "My Best Friend's Wedding";
The piano songs;
The plays and poems;
A musical number in "La La Land".
I am where I am.
Chicago;
Berlin;
The classroom on the second floor;
The stage;
São Paulo;
The whole Italian peninsula;
Charleston;
New Orleans;
The bookshop in the mall;
My street;
Starbucks;
The states of Maine and Massachusetts;
The Brazilian Northeast;
Zurich's airport;
The Millennium Park;
Boston's Beacon Hill and the Museum of Fine Arts.
I am who I am.
Keira Knightley;
Grace Kelly;
Romeo Montague and Juliet Capulet;
The Crawleys;
My best friends;
Anna Karenina;
Leonardo DiCaprio;
Robert DeNiro;
Brie Larson;
My crushes and teachers and colleagues;
Jane Austen;
Elizabeth Bennet;
Don Drapper;
My sister and mother and father and brother.
I am what I am.
A storyteller.
An almost-woman.
An undecided teenager.
A human doubt.
A walking cinema encyclopedia.
A failure in the looking in the eyes matter.
A dreamer.
Perhaps a little bit of a hopeless romantic.
A critical body.
Sometimes and unfortunately,
a sucker for cliches.
Always an activist for originality.
24/7 feminist.
A person and living creature.
I am.
What, where, who.
I am.
