Who i am
Gazing at the mirror observing what I see,
all might not be perfect, but it all belongs to me.
In the eyes of the mirror, a woman beckoned me,
when I looked at her from head to toe, I just love what I see.
There might have been a part of me, that to me was never known,
i would have search to find it, if I had only known.
This love for myself that was embedded inside confused an approaching frown
and the moment I spent to discover myself, my world Turned upside-down.
I was afraid of people saying, "Who does she think she is?"
Now i have the courage to stand and say "this is who i am".
Never will i follow the majority of living a life of constant duplicity,
as a successful rebellion, take me as I am, or watch me walk away.
What makes me, me is my originality, with lots of sincerity
and I cherish this freedom which lies in being me.
The eyes of the society might not project its light on me,
but never will this bring me down or makes me think less of me.
No external source will fulfill my void, within me i find my eternal joy.
Known life's is too short to be self- obsessed but when my eyes sent me a rainbow
filled with gentle colors that project confident within me,
my world seems brighter each time i opened up the window of my face.