i AM...and then there is a question mark.

There is a question mark but the words are a statement. I stare at them on this screen in amazement. Because I read them and can hear the clear hesitancy in my head.

I am..

I am a college student.

I am many names and places.

I am many stories whispered and told behind closed doors.

I am the new girl isolated and sought after.

I am the ten year old child who planned to run away but hadn't decided from what so she stayed.

I am the trauma.

I am high expectations and dreams slaughtered.

I am goals and bars set too high.

I am. I am. I am...and the statements begin to become question marks.

I am unaware and vulnerable.

I am inspiring and inspired.

I am an aspiring....and the list goes on: actress, writer, fashionista, model, makeup artist, model, college graduate...

I am a wanna be.

I am Angel Celeste. Angelica. Angel. Hayzel. Ms. Luster.

I don't know which it is that I was but I am:

Angel Celeste...a success story in the making.