Me, Defined? Poem by Lynette Hazel

Which perspective yields me?
Wife, daughter, mother, friend?
Lover, enemy, employee,
Which holds veritas
Of my inner symphony?
Eternal namings cannot depict adequately
Who I am and what means me.
Girl, woman, sex symbol,
Muse, Amazon, new-age Titan,
Red, black, Negro, West Indian,
Spanish blood, black skin, human passion
All these characterize me.
I defy inadequate description.
No pigeonhole can capture my essence.
As I live, I breathe, I seek to become more me.
Adequately.