Me, where is she

squeeze my skin, the flesh

it’s not me

I love me

the love I have lives deep

it’s far, so far beneath my cheeks

I wish I could hug me

to make myself believe

that with a finger touch it’s me

so then I’d see

that I am not this temporary body

and what I am is free

but Earth demands an anchor, you see

unfortunately for me

because it becomes all you see

then you make a judgement, how cheap

whatever that may be

remind myself it isn’t me

it isn't me 

it isn't me

what you see, what you perceive 

none of it is me