I am the sum of all my parts
All of which were gifted to me
Do not look a gift horse in the mouth
Don’t change what was meant to be;
For if I think a part is faulty
And you promise me a replacement new
I will no longer be me any more
And you, no longer you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A perceptive poem that carries a message for this image-obsessed world. Enjoyed it, thank you.