Dirt,
Mud,
Sand.
Can get on me but underneath it all I am still a HUMAN BEING.
Snakes,
Dogs,
Weather.
May block me from being myself but in the end through it all I am still a
HUMAN BEING.
There is no perfect covering that I can put on to make me perfect.
For I am a human being and will always be one.
Look for my imperfect covering that is where you will find my 'perfection'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem