Answer:
Although a human shape I wear, mother I never had. By every miss I'm valued much, still my cruel fate is such by boys I am often despised. What am I?
I touch the Earth, I touch the sky, but if I touch you, you’ll likely die. What am I?
You can never eat me for breakfast or lunch. What am I?
I begin your sentences. What am I?
I'm a word that is not even strange. What am I?
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.