Without a little more

Without a little more color I am a virbrant mixture of beauty

without a little more angle my face sill has two perfect sides.

No more for me,for I will stay in my own  layer of skin.

Some ask why no paint on my skin but,it is because, there is

beauy.

Without a little more  what is my picture?

Is it a blank face,an ugly pose, or a hopeless stare?

No,it is the masterpiece of the angels above ,a breath taking sight,a look of destiny, a

strong one.

Without a little more change there will forever be me and, that is more valuable than

anything.