Song of MyselfA Poem by SultryWritten 04-29-2012
I celebrate myself and I sing of myself
I am like a tree branching out to the world Many riches I behold, like a book with many stories left untold Wisdom, growth, and optimism within my demeanor My joyous soul dances upon my frame I embrace the meaning of life I embody freedom I am the protege of experience One of several flaws and imperfections As well as crafts and intellect I am who I am, I don't desire acceptance I am only me
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