I Think by Ella Crosetto

I think it’s my hair 

I think it’s my teeth

I think it’s my clothes, 

I think it’s my eyes 

I think it’s my nose 

I think it’s my mouth,

Is it the way I walk 

Or the way I talk

Is it the way I breath

Or the way I stand tall like trees,

I don’t understand why people think I’m different from you and me

But all I can do is think,

I think it’s my ears

I think it’s my toes

Or the way I wrinkle my nose, 

I think it’s my brain

I think it’s my fingers 

I think it my arms, 

I think my legs 

I could go on and on about what I think about,

And people would still judge me for being human