If I Didn’t Have A Poem

If I didn’t have my persons

Who would I actually be?

If I didn’t have my looks

Who would you see?

If you couldn’t hear me speak

How could I articulate my peak?

If you couldn’t understand me

How different would I be?

Does that even matter

If perception leaves me battered?

Rudimentary, my feelings

Ever-present, off me peeling

But how big could a thought be

If it’s only bound to me?