its all i really care to

recently someone asked J one of those easy but extremely difficult questions.

WHO ARE YOU?
he wrote a poem in answer.

I am not my face. I am not my hair.
I am not my family. I am not my care.

I am not my upbringing. I am not my mole.
I am not my receding gum. I am not my cold.

I am not my money. And I’m not my fame.
I’m not my hat. I’m not even my name.

I’m just an idea that happened upon love.
I am that I am and that I am is enough.