What I'm Made Of

Sugar and spice,

and everything nice:

any girl worth her salt remebers these words,

these perfect ingredients to never be slurred.

 

But I'm not just made of sugar and spice,

and everything nice.

I am so much more than that three worded creed,

So much more than three words indeed.

 

Don't get me wrong I really am nice,

and I sureley do have plenty of spice,

but three words can't capture a person in whole,

there's so much that goes into an individual's soul.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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