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Who am I, I ask myself,
A woman, a mother, a wife,
It changes every time I answer.
Who am I, I wonder,
Why am I defined by the roles I assume?
Why my role changes with people around me?
Who am I, I ask,
The hard question I ever faced!
Is it that label which makes me someone?
Who am I?
The question continues,
Who am I!
Linking this to Poetry Jam prompt – who are you.
Also linking to NaBloPoMo November – 17.