Conflict of Interest

A chill, a shiver--I shudder;

My body wasn't meant for this.

I was destined to be born elsewhere,

Destined for a warmer climate--

The desert heat and scorching sun

My body was made for that

Built to protect me from harmful rays

And to flourish in the summer sun,

Not to shudder in ice or snow.

My body doesn't know how to react to this

And its acting out in spite of itself