What makes me who I am?
My clothes or my job?
My friends or my jam?
Is it possibly my blob?
Who am I to you?
What do you see in me?
Is it the things I do?
The things that set me free?
I am who I am
There is nothing to be changed
I'm much more than just ham
I can not be rearranged
I will be what I want to be
There's nothing you can say
For this is my identity
It will never go away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem