I.
Miss Karen.
Sadly you may not see face,
Yet glad to make an acquaintance.
See, it's not in my smile or eyes,
But in the background,
Art my beauty.
My ID registers an idea,
The tick following my mind's click.
As Nike, the hands quick on its feet,
Running fast not to be first,
For one is not the prize.
How I rise, touch lives,
Speak of the race that is mine.
That's why I hide,
My face not my mind.
Appreciate who I am,
Not from the beauty of my face,
My mind blooms the elegance who is I.
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