Who am I really?

I found this...in my history book.....last year....I just found it too.....when I was cleaning....I didn't write it....but I thought it was really good

I am a flower of love falling fast
with beauty perhaps which shall not long last.
I am she who you see more than you know
who makes and loses friends as her life goes.

I am your Sprite who loves your name and face
and she who you will never soon replace.
I, who laughs at your jokes, understands you
as others pretend getting so brand new.

I am a girl who naked isn't Phat
as makeup and exercise I just mat.
Black hair, hazel eyes, not yet thunder thighs
striving from past poverty I despise.

My petals wither up dry and blow off
leaving no memories for you to scoff.

My friend wrote it i think....hm....it looked like her handwriting.....idk....do yall like it....even tho id write it....