One Day

by Savannah Murray
(Dublin, Ireland)

I was only 10 year's old,
when the teacher gave to me
a blank peace of paper ,
and said loudly,
I want you to write about who you are ,
she calls my name some time after
to hand it up,
she blinks,
it's empty, she cries
I nod
and explain
I have no labels
or names
or things I can call myself
I am a mix
I love many different things
I can't explain who I am
like you can't explain love ..you feel it
I have many thoughts ...
I feel the world is just a blank canvas
waiting to be painted
so no I can't write who I am...
just feel it
the teacher looked at me blankly ...
yet I saw right through her