Not a #selfie
180 likes
on my yearbook photo
scanned in and uploaded
to instagram.
But who I am can only be seen
by turning the camera lens
180 degrees.
I am not brown eyes
or auburn hair
or freckles
or a slightly crooked smile.
I am the sunset over San Sebastian
that awed my brown eyes,
the salt water from the Medditerranean Sea
that made combing my auburn hair
nearly impossible,
the Andalusian sun that graced my nose
with countless new freckles,
and all the things
that have made my crooked smile
spread across my face.
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