You Are Not Your Age,
Nor The Size Of Cloths You Wear,
You Are Not A Weight,
Or The Colour Of Your Hair,
You Are Not Your Name,
Or The Dimple Of Your Cheeks,
You Are All The Books That You Read,
And All The Words You Speak,
You Are Your Croaky Morning Voice,
And The Smile You Try To Hide,
You Are The Sweetness In Your Laughter,
And Every Tears You Have Cried,
You Are The Song You Sing So Loudly,
When You Know You Are All Alone,
You Are The Places You Have Been To,
And The One You Call Home,
You Are The Thing You Believe In,
And The People You Love,
You Are The Photo In The Bedroom,
And The Future You Dream Of,
You Are Made So Beautiful,
But It Seems You Forgot,
When You Decided That You Were Defined,
By All The Things You Are Not.
Thank You
Tersina Maria Toppo
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