Its Me
Wiping off the paint that masquerades my natural visage,
I gaze into the looking glass and se somthing I can't dodge,
Its me,
The realest version of the me I see,
Im not a monster or a creature,
I am a beautiful human who came to love her every feature,
Its me,
The greatest versionof the person I am- the only one I can be,
I am proud to carry Spanish roots from Colombia,
This woman I am is a reality not an idea,
Its me,
Standing tall and strong like a tree,
Because I am happy to be .. me.
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