Self Portrait
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.
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