I Am... Scholarship Slam

When your fingers brush the

top of my thighs, and your eyes

are staring so deeply into mine,

I wonder who I am, and who I was

before you.

 

You have set my heart on fire and

now I am clothed in flames,

no cell is the same,

I am completely changed,

but who am I?

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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