My Eyes
By Khloe Njeri Ayala, 7th grade
My eyes are brown
very very dark brown,
I used to hate my eyes
and wished they were blue
but now I realize,
I realize that my eyes are like dirt
and dirt is the source of life and food
in every single continent,
but also like coffee filled with lots of caramel,
and that's so sweet,
and the warmth inside of them
matches the heart inside of me,
and now I love my eyes
because they look like a
a nice warm cup of tea
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