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By Myriah Keays (unjudged submission)

I am not the hair on my legs
Or the clothes on my back
Not the rashy skin on my shoulders
Or the acne on my face

I am not the mud on my shoes
Or the glasses on my nose
Not the style, or lack of style, in my hair
Or the number of calories I ate today

I am the ice crystals flying in the wind
And the pine trees brushing the sky
I am the whitecaps frothing in the lake
And the lightning slicing holes in the clouds

I am the softness of a kind word
And the warmth of tender embrace
I am the pride of conquering mountainous dreams
And the joy of carefree laughter

I am enough

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