The Girl In the Mirror

Gallant eyes, Bold, they say Made up of love and life And they shine like little emeralds Covered in the safety of her long eye brows Then there’s her hair, long, hard, Braided and held atop of her head Just like a little African queen They call it mosodo, nature calls it beauty And she calls it defense, Double, double toil and trouble The root of her strength, Then that indomitable femininity, But it suits her well And she dances to its rhythm And to the voices in her head