I found a picture of me
Tucked into a book I borrowed
I was shocked by the directness of my gaze
For I usually look down or sideways
And put on a half-closed smile
I’d forgotten how I look without sallow skin
Or black circles around my eyes
And for once I didn’t look awkward or shy
I even seemed to fit in
With the cute stereotypes around me
For some reason this Polaroid gives me hope
And you might not get it back
Amy, this is a GREAT poem :)