Facial

It's funny I'm here analyzing my face, my skin, the portal to who I am within

The thing that everyone sees the most but me,

The thing I am but can't really see.

My Fathers noes and cheerful grin,

My Mothers eyes and thinking chin.

But who am I?

The smile that forms the an inverted dimple when authentic Joy grabs ahold.

I'm a curated smile the shines even on a rainy day

I'm the flirtation eyes that glean for the lover of my future kin.

My face is a story yet to begin.

More faces to see,

and be seen,

more places to be and stay.