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Who am I

To the person I’ve never met?

Am I

Pretty and friendly

Or closed and coy,

Am I

Someone to desire

Or someone to avoid?

Who am I

To the person I’ve never met

I am an empty canvas

A blank page

An unclimbed hill

A cleared off stage.

To them

I am

Untitled

One of many,

A body before them

Untouched.

But I am not

Any of those—

I am open and imaginative

I am full and colored

Elevated, gracious,

Yet undiscovered.

I am overlooked

By the person I’ve never met

Never seen or heard

Or given a chance to share

Who I am.