You never liked your name, or the color of your eyes.

You said that Rachel was not special, and your eyes where too common,

And I always wondered, Who made you think,

That your name defines you?

Or that all brown looks the same?

Your eye color is the color of dark choclate, brownies, and dead autumn leaves.

And if you look deep enough, I see gold hidden amoung the brown.

So don’t tell me your eyes are just brown,

Or that your name is not good enough,

Because it is.

You are a person who who can recite lines from favorite books,

And draw masterpieces with charcoal pencils.

Your eyes are beautiful,

And your name is too,

Because it does not define,

All the things that you are.

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