My skin keeps the rain off,
It keeps the rain off me.
Because I am not my skin.
My arms protect me from the world,
they fend off the devil.
Because I am not my arms.
My legs hold me off the ground,
they take me far and wide.
Because I am not my legs.
My heart pumps my blood,
it pumps blood into me.
Because I am not my heart.
My mind solves problems that face me,
it finds the solutions.
Because I am not my mind.
I am not my skin, muscles, blood and fingers,
I am not my eyes, teeth, tongue and hair,
I am not my bones.
I am none of these things. You can throw them away.
At the end of the day.
But I'll still be there.
Won't I?
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