Riddle #8
Though my skin may be yellow, my soul is black.
But in its very blackness lies my value,
though the truth is I am more skin than soul.
Fated with a stiff body I sit on a soft butt,
and if I make a mistake I can always change it.
Born to non-violence, I receive much violence;
but though I face the blade often I only grow sharper.
Often-times cut — yet I never bleed.
Tall in first youth, I lose height in my old age:
butt worn with use, I am tossed away.
