What did I inherit?
That isn't truly me?
It's my mind that does the thinking
My eyes in which I see

My fingers are unique
Like no others on this earth
My hair a specific color
It's been that way since birth

My voice recognizable
As much as my face
To the beings that matter
To the ones that share my space

Incomparable by nature
Charged only to be thee
What did I inherit?
That isn't truly me?

05/09/2004