I'm not what you think I am
I'm not who you think I am
I'm not this body, this body is young
I'm not this face, it's an ever changing race
I'm an essence
A force
An energy, derived from earth
& Aether
From dirt, I came about
I grew, prodded through
An embellished skirt
My soul, is old
Archaic, ancient & ornamental
From a time of wars...