Who I Am
I am not my hair, my eyes, my nose
or my mouth.
I am not my skin or the shape of
any of my body parts.
I am not the IQ of my brain.
I am not the sound of my voice or
the volume of my laughter.
I am not my strengths or any of
my weaknesses.
I am not the level of my skills.
The temple of my physical makeup
is a culmination of genetics.
It reveals nothing about the person
who resides within.
I take no credit or point no blame
for the way I look.
My temple is perfect, as is.
This body is not who I am.
It is an exquisitely perfect dwelling
for my soul.
Everything about it is exactly as
it should be.
No other, anywhere, ever, could
serve my soul as well.
I am not anything you can see with
your eyes
or touch with your hands.
Should you judge me by that criteria,
you will never know me.
I am not a dumping ground for bias
that's based on a man-made standard,
and I do not accept the prejudice
it creates.
I am a union of body, mind and spirit,
a trio, not a solo.
To know me, is to know yourself.
Those who hear the voice of their
soul,
recognize the song in mine.
They do not stop at the front door
and judge me by the dwelling in
which I reside.
With a humble sense of honor,
they knock upon the door and ask
to come in.
The judgment of others does not change
who I am.
Quite the opposite is true.
It reveals who they are.
Those who deem me unworthy at a glance
and pass me on by,
have my blessing to keep walking,
for they have a long way to go.
They have not reached the point
in their journey where
they are able to see and appreciate
me for who I am.
I will accept no less.
© 2001 Terri McPherson
Windsor, Ontario, Canada
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My Heartfelt Thanks to Terri
for granting me permission
to use her beautiful poem!
