The Reflection I See
From the moment I get up I have
These familiar doubts. About me
And my face and my body and my image and
The reflection I see everyday
In the mirror beside my bed. To when
I get out and into the bath, and
See those too many scars - stretch marks and
Acne and all that hair
And hearing those curses for not being fair
Like the perfect ladies perceived in mind.
The thought of a fat brunette isn’t kind
To the standards set up by society
And the norms and confinement.
We ain’t no consignment
For you to handle or your
Standards to uphold. The cage is rattling
Open the door.
For the next time I see myself in the mirror
I see beauty and not a lair-
Nor a race to be won- just a simple woman
Admiring herself free from judgement,
Gliding her hands over each
Imperfection. Hair fragrant eyes gleaming,
Loving all that she’s seeing
Wanting nothing more now
From you, them or the world beyond.
My eyes adorning me, the brilliancy
This should be the reflection I see.
Copyright © Manaswi Priya | Year Posted 2021
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