*Disclaimer: I was looking through some old journals and found this poem. I don’t know what year I wrote it or even remember what triggered me to write it but thought it was too good and poignant to pass up. If zero is a size Than that’s the size of my confidence. I’m not smart enough to build a rocket. Zero. I’m not fast enough to win a race. Zero. I’m not good enough to be a professional dancer. Zero. I’m not cool enough to make new friends. Zero. But zero isn’t a size. Zero shouldn’t even be a number. Zero is nothing. But I’m not nothing. I’m someone. I’m a daughter. One. I’m a friend. One. I’m a college student. One. I’m a dancer. One. I’m a dreamer. One. I am someone. And all the things I am Add up.