All of You

I am a coin,

My head holds a view of what can be,

A glimpse into what is,Just enough to hide what will be,

My tail civilly designed to give off temperament,

Never enough to be understood,Insufficient for appreciation,

My rim, never given a seconds thought,

Forgetting it binds the head and tail.

I am a coin; each side bearing a variation to the other.

I am a die,

Tossed to show my figures,I, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,

Twice the side of a coin,

Each side holding just a little more than the other,

Some days you hope for my 4,Others my 6 or even my 1,

White with an efficient distribution of blacks,

I am a die.

I am human,

Bestowed with a blank sheet to make mine,

Black or white, head, or tail; mine to design,

So why have three sides? Why have six?

I am your daughter, his son, her sister, their brother, his cousin, her niece, their student, our child,

Blessed with a vast variety of emotions, abilities and understanding,

I am human; more complex than the word itself.

I am ME, 

The one you try to force into this box you made,

She should be a square with three sides,

A circle with an end, See, there you miss,

I am a coin with the finesse of a die,Head, tail; I, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,

A human with the artistry of a chameleon,Green, red, brown, black, stripes, dotted, multicolored,

I am not for you to understand,

Not an equation to be solved, I am part of a mystery to be cherished ,

A wonder to relish in,

I am ME, so let be.

Photo Credit:  Jotography. http://instagram.com/jo_tography

Mua: Ose_b. http://instagram.com/ose.b