what I truly believe in, I do so by choice.
See through my eyes and not how I look,
appearance is a mask, it's meaning mistook.
Feel with your heart and not what you touch,
it comes from within, understand in as much
as we live our lives by others rules,
and those who don't follow are called rebels and fools.
But are we so shallow? Have we nothing to give,
that we let others tell us how we should live?
A wise man once said, "to thine ownself be true".
Words we can live by, and this we should do.
For to love any other, of ourselves we must give,
that which we are by that which we live.
Seek out the truth and know in your mind,
we are each of us different, yet one of a kind.
Children of the universe, no more and no less,
and it really matters not how we look or we dress.
So, know who I am, and not what you'd have me be,
and see that behind the mask, there is ME.......
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No! I do not profess to be a poet, but I do write poetry from time to time. I wrote this one a few years ago in response to a question from someone about "who I really was". If you are like me, you may perhaps identify with it!
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