I see this any many of them now,
all about their body of how it glistens,
how it glows and showing now,
No fear but strength within their words,
like a star shining and never going to burn out,
so I feel compelled to tell about mine,
My body is like the soil,
I can be strong and tough to break,
but it can crack too when under pressure or stress,
I can be loose, soft, and less durable too,
I can give in so easily and make a hole within me,
another thing is a provider,
I can protect and give,
I can make beautiful things making others smile,
My body is a canvas as well that people have painted on,
but with that, I added my own colors to make it art,
red, white, blue, green, brown, black,
colors and dirt,
colors and dirt….that is my body.
