The little girl at the muesum

Museums A place full of stories Of art Not just in the paintings But in the people too A little black girl walking hand in hand with her mother Her eyes lit up in wonder Wandering what she would discover While she walks around Spinning around And jumping up and down She doesn't see That everytime she jumps the light reflecting on her beautiful brown skin makes it glimmer Like little flecks of gold placed exactly Like when the sun reflects a river She doesn't see The way her beaded braids move Eagerly trying to catch up with her Dancing in excitement Enjoying this moment Wishing she could forever stay this innocent She shines like a diamond She doesn't see Her warm chocolate eyes The way the brown melts peoples hearts Her eyes alone could be artwork An artwork that could instill innocence in every person It meets Her eyes A superpower That could bring people together Just before she leaves She looks at a final art piece And for the first time she sees - "Mommy it's me" It was called the art of the reflection in the mirror And when she looked in it she felt prettier