Myself; inside: the writings of a bio major.
What am I really?
I am millions of individual components
that make up my individuality.
I am my biology.
Twisting double helices;
Sinewing ladders of information.
Twining, scrunching and turning:
My biological map
Chromosomes wound in intricate structures;
inside my nuclei they reside.
Twenty three from mom, Twenty three from dad
I am a combination, and yet entirely unique.
My cells split apart; exact copies.
They divide in order to multiply
My blood, my flesh, my bones, my brain
Everything intrinsic begins simplistic.
I am my biology.
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