My name may be Alecia, but what does that mean? I am a daughter, a sister, a friend... Yet so many people are these things as well. The only thing that I am that no one else can or ever will be... is Me.
I am small,
Not too tall...
My place is here,
this course to steer.
Hands and feet,
my spirit sweet...
Eyes and ears,
function and purpose dear.
Not great
Nor slate...
My heart no better
than that of another.
No secret strength
nor power to train.
I am small,
I am as one and all.
Unique, Divine...
Who can Define?
I am Beautiful,
Just Me.
