This imperfect surface

Skin, hair, nails is not me

I am in my head

Emotion, hopes, dreams, ambitions

Wrapped in this disposable package

No bottle can contain what can’t be seen

Cut me and I bleed, red and warm

Still you’ve taken nothing from me

I have not been altered

Love, compassion, disgust

Strong as before, they did not seep from the wound

It may scar, raised and ugly, but I surely will heal

These afflictions are but temporary

Simple setbacks that only strengthen my character

You trip me

The fall leaves me scraped and bruised

Black, blue and painful to the touch

This is not the first time I have fallen

Most certainly I will fall again, this is part of life

Scraps heal and bruises will disappear without a trace

And I will continue on, a better person for the experience

Passion, sadness, tenacity, empathy

These help define the real me to the world

I am not the face you see on the street

I am not the clothes that I wear

I am not what I present to the naked eye

What I am is so much more

Masquerading behind what you observe

Look deeper, discard what you see

Take your time, a surprise awaits you

The treasure I offer is there for the taking

I will show you the real me if you are bold enough to ask

So ask, be bold

You will find that I am emotion, hopes, dreams, ambitions

I am love, compassion, disgust

I am passion, sadness, tenacity, empathy

And I am so much more

Not all that I am is good

I am imperfect in my humanness

Constantly evolving into who I want to be

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~