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That's Not Me
Jiaman Peng
Smoky eyes and butterfly lashes, that’s not me.
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Freckles sprinkle across a clear porcelain skin, that’s not me.
Bronzed complexion glowing under light of the sun, that’s not me.
Wavy hair smooth like waterfall that coaxes the shoulder and tickles the ear, that’s not me.
An arch of the nose, aristocratic with deepened blue eyes and flaxen hair, that’s not me.
Cheek bones and chin chisel, making a sculpture out of the face, that’s not me.
Just tell me what you want. I can morph into them all, I’ll be it all. But what’s more damn brilliant than the unapologetic me.
