Who I am is not a physical characteristic
My skin is only a shell
A covering
Protecting all that is truly important
Who I have grown to be
Can not be measured
By the inches of man
But by the millions of stars
Which greet me every evening
And by the rays of light
Which wrap their warmth
Around my soul
Who I am…
Who I grow to be
Is more than can be seen
With the naked eye
For our eyes…
Are blinded
By ego and greed
Where our souls
Only wish to reflect
Greatness…
Upon others
Enjoy your moments
My family…
It is a gift
Don’t miss out
Simply because
You don’t like the color
Of the ribbon it is wrapped with

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