Mirror

When I look into the mirror

What do I see

A beautiful young black woman

Staring back at me. 

Her smile hides her tears

Her eyes hides her heart

And there's so much going on inside of her

That should have torn her world apart

But although she weeps at night

And laughs throughout the day

She is content and happy with life

And has been blessed along the way

She's definitely no size four

With hips as wide as as the sea

She has her flaws and wears them well

She is perfectly imperfect. She's me. 

So again I look into the mirror 

Reminded of who I see. 

A beautifully imperfect, flawed, black young woman

Staring back at me.