Hard and sharp and cold-
metal edges, sheets of ice-
-thawed by flesh and warmth and love.
Father and Nya know me best, perhaps
though my brothers know me too
in a different way, maybe.
Built to protect, to nurture
which I cannot do
without protection and nurturing for myself
(if indeed, I have a self
that cannot be overrided or erased)-
but when I bake Lloyd's favorite cookies
or help Kai train
or assist Jay with a project
or play games with Cole
or hold my brothers close on summer nights-
I am not human, exactly,
and the Ninja of Ice to boot,
but it is then that my heart is warm.