Wikipedia on Chili

I am, first and foremost a poet. 

I like being a poet. 

I paint with words. 

 

Now, I become a sister, a daughter, and a friend. 

My love for my family and friends extends far deeper than the deepest roots of the oldest red oaks. 

I am there for them. Always. 

 

And then a violinist. 

I am the music notes as they float off the page in strings of melodies and into my waiting ears. 

I could never give up my dearest violin for anything.

 

Finally, I am a human being.

I am a part of the people around me, the people who support me, the people who always have my back. 

But just like a human, I fall down too, just like a human I make mistakes, just like a human I create and destroy, and just like a human, I learn. 

Being human is the last thing, because no matter what happens, I am always human. 

 

This is me. 

A poet, a sister, a daughter, a friend, a violinist, a learner. 

And always a human.