Magic is my backbone. 

It clings to my spine

and I am stable. 

Magic is my tongue.

Words sprout against others cheeks

or wilt and fall to the ground. 

Magic is my hands.

I reach out and take

I open and give. 

Magic is my feet

leading me to what will bring me what I need.

It shows me new places and people. 

Magic is me and I am magic.