identity

I am sitting in this laundromat
    With lime green and turquoise walls
         Pink floors and industrial washers and dryers
            Several people sharing this moment with me
             Each with their own lives and thoughts and feelings
            To me they are strangers
            To each of them
         I am someone different .
     I am a stranger too
Sitting cross legged
With their face in their notebook
      Scribbling notes .
                      I am a student
                            With their sticker-covered laptop
                              Perched precariously upon the table top
                A cross from where they sit .
                I am the obnoxious millennial  
                H umming or singing or dancing to each song
                P laying over the radio
                A sking for the wifi password
                P robably just to go on social media .
                I am a conformist
               W ith their pink and sparkly nails
                O versized scarf and lulu lemon pants
                D ressed all in black .
               I am a non-conformist
                With their septum pierced
                stretched ears
               and combat boots
B             ut then again
D            epending on who you ask
T             hat is conformity too .
I              am a room-mate
T             o the one that sits beside me
W           ho knows only her version of me
I             am a best friend
I            am a stranger
I            am a nobody
I           am myself
A         nd I am no one in this same moment
I          am someone different
I         n the eyes of those around me

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Written by my beautiful friend Maddie Lamirande, Identity. 
(I am not going to say anything about this poem because that would very modernist of me).