Every hat I wear with pride

Is a testament to who I’m not: 

Daughter Friend Student 

Lover Worker Volunteer 

All masks covering up my soul; 

All false fronts of an ego’s wish; 

All just attempts to make my life here real. 

Who am I? 

Not the clothes I put on each day 

To define my worthiness, 

Not the time I spend planning 

To spend my time, 

A healed heart is worn naked. 

A healed mind does not plan. 

Who am I truly?

I am only a Child of God. 

Kindness created me kind. 

Love created me loving. 

Peace created me peaceful. 

Joy created me joyful. 

I am not this body, 

I am free, 

For I am still as God created me.