Stuck in the stereotype

The Sun hits the eyes just right, they appear more green than brown in the light

Though hiding from the camera always smiling at the attempted capture of the moment

A few teeth not quite in line and dirt...no a beauty mark beneath the left eye

A laugh that changes every time it escapes and sarcasm so dry it almost breaks

Truly not the class book nerd, but nature lover just waiting to be heard

This poem is about: 
Me

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