Who Is That?
Looking at her beautiful face
So soft and full of such grace
Glancing through her eyes, deep into her brain.
Just enough to see she is only half sane.
Seeing her lips, one bigger than the other.
She doesn't care, because it reminds her of her mother.
Checking out her nose, there is a bump in the middle.
Loving it because she has had it since she was little.
Reading the fierceness in her brilliant eyes.
I would know her, even if she was in disguise.
Feeling her personality when she walks into a room.
Leaking all the beauty like a young rose at bloom.
Wait, I think I know the person looking at me.
I am so very happy, I am so full of glee.
It is very hard to see her.
Wait, its me thats in the mirror.
By: Cherica Eckiwaudah
August 25, 2009
Copyright © Cherica Eckiwaudah | Year Posted 2009
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