I am who I am, and I create myself.

I want to be the girl who smells like myrrh and laughs like silver

Who weaves rugs in the corner of the room on a loom built from

ove and fear;who cooks and makes tea for the loves of her life

I am who I am, and I create myself.

I am the girl who dances in the moonlight when no one is watching

I am the girl who glows in the sun and burns under the moon

I am the girl who dreams of the stars and the secrets they tell

I am who I am, and I create myself.

I wear rags turned to riches and clothe myself in dreams

I paint the whispers upon my cheeks and jingle with

pretty glass and pretty silver dreams

I am who I am, and I create myself.

I belong to the night and to the day and all of time

For it has no meaning in my brain, other than the

tracking of the planet and the moon and the sun

I am who I am, and I create myself.

I sing to the leaves in the trees and trade secrets with the wind

and the birds take my secrets high and higher than I have been

For I am the girl who is made of ether and flesh

I am who I am, and I create myself.

I spin tales as easily as I spin my body and skirts around

And they listen with baited breath as I tell them of the monsters

and the adventures in the skies that I have dreamt

I am who I am, and I create myself.

I pass through lives like a spinning shining coin, meant to be found

and dropped and found again, cycling like a small penny through many hands

And always, always, returning to where it all began, for I am me

I am who I am, and I create myself.

I see in cycles and speak in riddles and braid my hair with strings and beads

And the sound of bells is in my laugh and my eyes are full of mystery

They sparkle like glass and mixed sand caught in the sun

I am who I am, and I create myself.

I sleep in the dew and the grass of the wild and listen to the roars

of the trees, in constant battle with the earth and the sea

And fall asleep in the sparkle-dew and the flowers' songs

I am who I am, and I create myself.

And one day I will have a home of my own, full of color and warmth and light

And music tinkling and singing through the halls as I hang the wash to dry

For I am domestic and wild, tamed but free amongst the chains of life

For I am who I am, and I create myself.