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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.
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