Who Am I?

My roots dig deep in to the soft soil. They run for hundreds of feet because sense I was young my parents, family and friends have inscribed in what is right and wrong. As I have gotten older I have not only followed what they have taught me, such as believing in God, treating people with respect and how to use manners but I have recently started to find my own way. I have begun to realize what I truly believe in and what my core values really are. My core values now include believing I can achieve all that I can if I put my mind to it and being there for anyone when they need help. One of my core values is not being selfish, I believe in helping people to the best of my ability because not everything is about me.

My trunk is as thick and tall as a five-hundred year old tree. Everything I do and every way I act expresses who I am. I treat everyone with respect and get to know them before I judge. I help anyone and everyone when needed. A big part of my behavior is my job. When at home I work with little kids, I help them learn and helping them grown in to beautiful (inside) adolescence. While going to school I work at the Harstad Front Desk, being cheerful and smiling at every person that walks by. I try to treat everyone the way I would like to be treated. I love to be adventurous though sometimes my innocence peaks out and I get scared. Though I like to go out and be social I tend to be a home body. I need my space because I am an emotional person, probably because I take everyone else’s problems in to my own hands. I am very careful about the way I behave because I know one wrong move and I could disappoint myself and the people around me.

As for my branches, I would like to believe they are thick, strong and long in length. It is sometimes hard to think about your social labels … what if some of them are not good? I would like to believe that I am a leader, that people would follow me if I told them I could show them the way. I would like to believe I am a trustworthy person, someone you can always come to. A social label I will admit to is stuck up. I don’t believe I am, but I feel as if sometimes people label me as that. I am confident, loud, and happy and sometimes that is perceived as being better than other people though that is far from what I am.
I believe my values and actions are greatly connected to my social labels. What I believe in and the actions I take make me who I am and hopefully make others in the social world perceive me that way.

Then, consider the question “Who Are My People”? Write a short poem (yes, get creative) about who you feel your people are. (Yes, this can mean ethnicity. No, it doesn’t have to mean ethnicity.)

“Who are my people?”
My people,
Are the ones you glance at when you walk by.
They are the ones laughing,
They are the ones making life fun.

My people
Are the ones making life an adventure.
Always finding something new to do.

My people,
Are happy.
My people,
Are Sad.
My people,
Are exciting.
My people,
Feel a whirl wind of emotions.

My people,
Are loving and caring.
They look at this world,
And want to make it a better place.

My people,
Make the best of new situations.
And are accepting change.