Depth Beyond Skin

By Naomi Johnson

In the depths of my being, not just skin deep,

Resides the essence I passionately keep.
Beyond the hue that meets the eye,
Lies a universe of truth, where I defy
The limitations society may impose,
With intellect, strength, and spiritual throes.

My soul's fruit nourished by wisdom's stream,
My words, my actions, a harmonious gleam.
Balanced perspectives in chaos I find,
Disarming confusion with a tranquil mind.
A reservoir of peace within my core,
Where integrity guides me, forevermore.

In my humble demeanor, my image is cast,
Reflecting self-respect, built to last.
Each task I undertake is a testament true,
To persevere, to see things through.
Yet beyond what's seen, beyond the mold,
lies hidden treasures, yet to unfold.

So judge me not by skin alone,
For the depths of my being have yet to be known.
In me, there's more than meets the eye,
You do not know me, so don't imply.