I Am
Love me for who I am,
not the way I dress.
Or my looks so-
compressed into this body.
I can't escape.
I need a living form,
so I can-
contemplate this thing to my head.
I'm not a fake.
I just am who I am.
Copyright © Elizabeth Lindsey | Year Posted 2010
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