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If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

1 poem·Since February 2015
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Exposed

February 22, 2015

Who am I

How am I perceived by others because when I look in the mirror I am not examining myself

but viewing the flipped version of a puppet that everyone else sees 

Short eyelashes that Curl like the tide hitting the cool sand

Refreshing

Freckles that Darken My face like the craters on the moon

Intergalactic

a Overpowering bottom lip that takes the glory away from the top one

Second Place

Light brown eyes that do not get enough praise 

Blue, Green, Grey

a face that will always be Brown 

Heritage

fingers that Skillfully handle a camera

Artistry

legs that Propel Me up into the sky

Athleticism 

Who am I

I am the girl that caries many different faces 

that has gone to many different places 

and I do not plan on slowing down 

that is Who I Am 

 

 

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