I am what I am

I wrote this a week ago but didn’t post it. When I uploaded it some of the lines got mixed up. Hopefully I fixed them all.

Life imitates
Life?
People we said we would never become
Sometimes I sound like my mom,
Ot s crabby, whining old woman
Or an entitled white person
Or all three,
Which really hurts when I realize it.

Yes.
Am i old?
I get senior discounts.
Am I crabby?
Sometimes.
Am I an entitled white person?
Yes.

So why don’t I want to be
What I am?

Life.
We’re all a work in progress.
Sometimes the work part
is harder than 

Living.
And sometimes accepting what you are
can be disappointing

I am a what I am.
And sometimes I wish I wasn’t.