I’m not you

I am rolling hills of Kevlar skin 

I am night before the days begin

I am terra cotta heart

I am stories yet to start

I am bones of solid gold

I am young, but I am old

I am war yet to be won

I shine brighter than the sun

I am eyes of earthy hue

Are you sorry I’m not you?

This poem is about: 
Me

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