I Am...

I am a troubled soul, a misinterpreted genius.

I am, not by choice of my own but not against my will, blessed with the soul of a warrior.

I am timid and humble lacking most of the self-esteem I appear to have but not afraid to tell you off when I think you’re wrong.

I am a drawn back, shy and scared little girl in need of friendship, love and support.

I am more Swedish than any native Swede.
I am more Filipina than most native Filipinos.
I am an immigrant in Sweden who has never been subject of migration.

I am bi-cultural (bi-this and buy that, sometimes a miniature version of my crazy, shopping-loving, great aunt), a person who loves to play with words.

I am a copy of my father, an impossible person of principles.

I am a contradictory human being perpetually opposing myself; my wills and my wants.

I am a me, who spends her days with academics and her nights and weekends with criminals and drug addicts.

I am different. I am unique. I am weird. I am wonderful. I am Madeleine Romero.