I came into this world with tan skin and dark brown eyes

My tongue golden for a taste of spice

My mind ready for the world ahead

My hands and eyes able to understand and manipulate

But there are others with a tongue of platinum

And hands that can create a masterpiece

They were ready at first sight of this new world

But I will try harder than the others every time

They have skill , I have heart

A heart of determination

A heart you cant compare to any material or jewel

My hands do not sway as smooth as theirs on the canvas

My tongue can not comprehend such complex flavors

And my eyes are not bright like hazel or blue

But I am proud of my golden tongue

My tan skin

And dark eyes

I will emerge soon from the cocoon of evolution as one with my first masterpiece long to come.

The End

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