Who Am I? Who am I?
But is this the real me?
I wonder all the time.
I look to my right,
I see all the things in life,
I look to my left.
but I never seem to seek the
I see them separate,
answer.
But does it matter?
I look in the mirror.
I continue to walk down the
Sometimes it’s me,
road.
And sometimes I see a
I look around the dim street.
stranger.
And I wonder,
What I see seems strange,
Who am I?
I look closely but I still can’t see, what is meant to be the real
That’s when I noticed,
me.
That it doesn’t matter how I look.
I see dark brown hair,
I’m unique,
I see brown eyes,
Because I’m me.
I see a Chinese.
— Michelle Wong