The Stuff Im
I'm not wholly what my parents are
hor the color of my skin or hair by far
nor the clothes I wear
nor the partner with whom life I share
I'm the books I read
for my substance they sow the seed
I'm all the words I speak
that's why my company, people will seek
I'm the smiles I try to hide
I'm every tear I've cried
I'm the songs I sing privately
they make me bright and spritely
I'm the things I believe in
I'm also that which makes me sin
I'm also the future I dream of
these dreams make my stuff
but it seems I forgot
what makes me so much sought
all this has me defined
some people may scoff the others find me refined.
Copyright © Bawa Talwar | Year Posted 2017
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