My body is like a sack of potatoes
Hibernated, lumpy and out of place in certain contexts
Borne from the earth, wrought from dirt,
Drawing from the elements to refine myself
For a purpose I cannot fathom or comprehend
Dirty and raw, it must be scoured and peeled
Individually, as it is comprised of not one but many
Individual chonks of potential unaware of their
Individual worth
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