My hair is soft. It is disobedient and gets hot when I'm in the sun. Once it goes up, it's hard to brush down. Sometimes when it's flat, hairs slither over both my ears like snakes sliding over a wall. My hair flops in the wind like a dog sticking his head out of the car with his ears flopping and flipping. I loathe the way it gets in my eyes because I can't see and THAT'S really annoying! Some of my bangs like to hide behind other hair leaving spaces that aren't covered on my forehead. Standing straight up like an oak tree, with chestnut brown twigs standing tall. My hair keeps my head warm when it's cold, like a lazy cat lying around my head. Uncontrolled, it has a mind of its own. My hand slides across my thick and shiny hair, as if on ice, sparkling like diamonds in the sun.

My eyes are very special to me. Without them, I wouldn't be able to think or see because the optic nerve connects to my brain. When I'm depressed or sad, my tears are like a faucet dripping out my emotions. My eyelashes are like brooms sweeping dirt away every minute, every day. Always changing colors like a disco ball depending on what I wear, or the type of light. My eyes are exactly the same, like the reflection in a mirror. My eyes almost know more secrets than me because they see it all. They shimmer in the sunshine like a sapphire. Like two eggs, sunny-side up, but a different color. They look like two small city pools overflowing with a variety of colors and emotions.