I Am

As i sit here wondering, thinking i write everything that comes to my head, Then almost instantly I feel a certain pungent dread. This is my life therefore i must accept it, I'm an ordinary island girl, a girl of the world yet i do not feel defined by who i am i am exotic, my wavy hair flows my small eyes dart and with my voice i sing like a lark. Beautiful i am. I am beautiful. and yet i really don't know who I am is my olive skin with yellow hues the true essence of me? it certainly is my individuality. I am every girl out there that hates to love their hair their skin, their diversity and not really being one or the other. I am, I am that sea breeze, fresh like a rose with dew. beautiful and delicate.