My style is my face. Some professor said in class

And I put it in my notebook, that somebody once said,

My style is my face, don't take it away from me,

It may not be much, but it's mine, my face is my style.

I was looking at last year's picture of the house,

All those faces, and I could name every one. I knew them.

But the year before that I couldn't, and before that.

They were just rows of faces, all looking alike.

I want to look at the faces of these brothers I know

Till I never forget them. I want to tell myself now

That each one has style, he has his own face, no one else

Has the face his father partly and his mother made him.

Never under-estimate the power of a woman, it says

In some ad, and I learned that's very true, too.

But never under-estimate anybody. I also learned that.

Everybody is somebody unique, with style, and a face.