I am me.
A complex being wrapped in skin
with a functioning mind of my own.
Some see me as stiff and cold.
While others see me warm and caring.
Get to know me for what I am
not for what you believe you see.
My flesh is not me.
My spirit is me.
My body a dresser
My mind its drawers.
Open them and you will find
The beautiful being I am.
Search those drawers
and you will find
the variations that make up me.
Close those drawers, then look and see
that I am simply me.
This was written for The Mag #157