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I climbed up a tree

To think,"How do I identify me?"

I brought with me a mirror

I wanted the picture to be clearer

I refused to leave

Till the question I asked was achieved

"How do I identify me?"

"When I look in the the mirror what do I see?"

Here are the answers I found

When no one else was around

I'm smart,beautiful,strong

If someone says otherwise they're wrong

I choose my identity

No one can tell me differently

I don't care what others say

They can't tell me to be a certain way

I went back inside

It was time for me to decide

"When I look in the mirror what do I see?"

I see smart, beautiful, strong, perfectly imperfect me

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