Brushed teeth , trimmed nails, clean hair
I look fine, just not bright.
Clean clothes, stained thoughts, sturdy shoes
I run faster to catch up, just not enthusiastic enough.
Books in hand, sharpened pencil, storm of words
I write down every thought, grammar aside.
Delightfully tall, big almond-shaped eyes, I see it all
Ignoring myself, I tire for you.
Hair blowing in the wind, sun-kissed selfies
Fair enough, my skin is soft,
It is the blue cap I look for
That hides the lines that grow with knowledge, not age
Around the eyes, darkening its existence
Walking the path on the forehead.
Creating a new me…
A real me.
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