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.