I like my froyo
colorful and with
sprinkles.
I also love
sprinkles on my
ice cream. I love
my mac-n-cheese
extra cheesy.

But what if
I preferred to
eat my mac-n-cheese
with a spoon or nothing
on my fro-yo,
wouldn’t I still be me?

I love to wear
jackets and ripped jeans.
But what if I traded them in
for a crop top and
checker board Vans
wouldn’t I still be me?

What if I wore my
hair in a high ponytail
wouldn’t I still be me?

What if I changed
my SnapChat
username or even
quit SnapChat,
wouldn’t I still be me?

What if I lived
in a different
state, wouldn’t
I still be me?

What if I was
mad all the time,
giggled less,
and even broke
more rules?

What if I was
afraid of trying
and not afraid
of talking?

What if I felt
like I couldn’t
fit in?

Would I still be me?