I splash my world with streaks of color

canvases of cerulean skies

shaded with tints of purple passion.

My sands are crimson kissed by white foam

turquoise waves wash my world

rejuvenate my wasteland led astray.

dark emotion is swept away

by torrential tears of angst cleansing

joy permeates my face and lightens skin

as sun radiates and embraces my soul.

I open up to blossoming clouds

with free spirit and wide spread arms

watching the budding of all I hold dear.

My self-portrait is drawn with verve

holds plenty of space for all.

To be encompassed within.

I am brown

The colour that used to be looked down upon, funny, everyone wants to be tanned now

I am proud

Of

The natural complex I was given.

My skin matches my eyes,

Although they tell more about me than my entire face.

My teeth, straight with the help of braces.

My nose, straight with a wider end. Almost like a bears nose.

My lips, pink in the middle with a brownish outline, almost as though I were wearing brown lip liner.

My eyebrows, naturally arched but tided with a bit of thread..oh boy it hurts.

My face is oval, with proof of puberty, a few scars of pimples that used to upset me.

Although my face isn't perfect like the airbrush we see that used to make me wonder why my skin wasn't like that, I am imperfect put together perfectly.

I'm not perfect.

My thoughts are direct,

I'm haunted in retrospect.

My body isn't ideal,

But my mind is real.

I feel, and have great zeal.

I'm a little damaged,

But I've managed.

I've come a long way,

Since my first birthday.

A woman of morality and integrity,

Compassion is most of my personality.

I can be bright, or I can be dark,

I'm tender and soft,

But my bite is worse than my bark.

By no means am I everything I wish to be,

But to do so is my decree.