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When I look in the mirror at me
What do I see?

I see the reflection of past memories
Insecurities that’s poetry.

The weaknesses the strengths the
Extra miles of endurance I went.

I see a sea of tears my inner child has
drowned in day after day, from days, weeks,
months, years of negative self talk from the
time I wake up, go about my day whether I 
take public transportation or walk from place
to place.

I see a young soul that deeply values his personal
Space. I see a young soul who values his privacy.

I see a young soul who has had difficulty recognizing
When to exercise boundaries as well as recognize 
the power of  his own energy. 

I see a young soul building the foundations of his
Assertiveness even if it’s just a tiny seed buried 
deep not seen.

In the mirror i see the anxiety, the many circumstances 
situations , people, places and things that has triggered
The soul staring back at me.

I see a young soul who has struggled to find his unique
Voice, identity while doing his best to keep from sinking 
beneath the waves of life in the process of constant renewal,
To find and define divine masculinity.

In the mirror  I see the reflection of social withdrawal to protect 
my peace and my energy  breaking the iron chains of timid.

I see the reflection of someone has been way to hard of themself
All for the sake of gaining the approval of others, relatives, peers
And would be lovers.

I see the soul reflection a young soul who has found someone he loved 
and wanted to build a future with.

I see the reflection of a soul who spent so much time in his head
That it’s become a habitual ritual to let his mind wander and forget
That every moment is a gift called the present.

I see the reflection of a young soul who has experienced the void of
Silence time and time again.

For there was always the reminder that this soul’s reflection was a
Soul of few words but still possessed enough words in the vocabulary
To create a poetic symphony of my life.

So when I look in that mirror I see how my eyes and mind 
play tricks on me.

For it is said and written one must walk by faith and not by sight.
So do my eyes deceive me? Do my natural eyes deceive this 
Soul’s reflection with society’s perception?

Lean not on your own understanding young soul. Reflect back
To me love,peace and joy. Show me I am more, I am capable,
Blessed, worthy, authentic, eccentric. Show me I am limitless,
Show me your loving embrace.
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