A shell
There are parts of people
That we can see
such as my
eyes
my hair
and my body
and for some
they think
that what they see
is all there is
and all they get
but what they truly see
is a shell
just a shell
that's all
a shell
but the shell
that we see
it protects and hides
the secrets
and the lies
that make a person who they really are
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community