Layla Riley-Hill Poet Free verse

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

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