Look Like
Look
Look into the Mirror
Do you see your papa's eyes-
or perhaps you're mama's smile?
You're not at all ugly.
In fact, you're lucky.
When I look
I have nothing
no memory of what they look like.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
Look
Look into the Mirror
Do you see your papa's eyes-
or perhaps you're mama's smile?
You're not at all ugly.
In fact, you're lucky.
When I look
I have nothing
no memory of what they look like.
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