~NOTHING TO BRING, BUT ME~ A Poem by Carla-Rae

~NOTHING, TO BRING, BUT ME~
A poem by Carla-Rae

I have nothing to bring, but me.
No great skill, or craft so worldly,
Nor riches, wealth or finery,
The heart of a child is my gift, you see.

I have nothing to bring, but me.
My head raised up, so you can see,
The weight of the world is not on me.
No, I walk with Joy and Truth, and Liberty

I have nothing to bring, but me.
A simple girl, soft, shiny, and free.
Wide open, no shadows, complete transparency;
All my colors, brightly vivid, so the world can see.

I have nothing to bring, but me.
Unique in the facets that make me be,
Everything my dreams, intended you, see,
No longer ashamed, I am free,
When I have nothing to bring, but me.