Nude
beneath our clothes,
we're all just oddly shaped parts of flesh
pieced together to create a body
but what makes us a real person is our brain.
the brain controls the body,
meaning the mind is what represents
who we truly are.
if more people could realize this,
they'd stop judging others based on
their appearances and instead,
choose to see eachothers' personalities
as definitions of who they are
as human beings,
- a true form of mental nakedness.
This poem is about:
Me
My community
Our world