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

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