Self Portrait

Location

4700
Bangladesh

This is me,

Eyes hazel pools of emotion

Hair that used to be a cascading waterfall of golden brown locks

Now sheared off above my shoulders in retaliation

Skin a caramelized light honey bronze

Petite, small, fragile

In Shakespearean terms this is how I would be described, 

A beauty but only in story books

Where they never tell the truth 

I am...

Emotional, naive, young, just stumbling in on the world

Figuring things out as I chance upon them

Still just growing up, only seventeen

My goals have been set,

The finish line still not in sight

A passionate reader of literature,

A hopeful young designer,

A promising student,

This is me.

Isabella Rose Lopez

This is me.

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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