one of my teachers asked me, "write down three words to describe yourself so i can get to know you."
and i stared at my blank page.
and i felt -
i am empty. a piece of paper with no words.
the little eraser shavings, where there once was a word, and now - there is nothing. it is blank.
i could write terrible lists of what i am.
ugly, worthless, broken, useless, stupi -
i can't turn that in, i don't think.
so i think of good things. things my teacher wants to know.
and i am blank.
is blank ugly?
can i still be beautiful? with no color? no design? no art?
snow is beautiful, even in its simplicity.
and so i will be as i am.
i turn in a paper, and it says,
1. beautiful 2. confident 3. me
even when i feel ugly.