My Self Is a Nine Year Old Girl

My hair is as wavy as the ocean.

My skin is the color of dark caramel.

My ears are like half of a heart.

My voice can be like tigers roaring

     or as quiet as a kitten.

My smile is like an oval.

When I play with my brother,

     my heart sounds like an Indian

     beating a drum.

                        Katrina, Age 9