Mirror
My reflection is brown, i can always count on a mirror to never discriminate.
But when i look, i can only see a kid with dreams and nothing more.
Skin tone has never had anything to do with ambition, yet they only see my outside appearance.
This is why i stare at my reflection.
Only i can see the constant battle of who i am!
Only this mirror can reflect the struggles of who the world says i should be!
Screaming!
Telling me to be what I'm not, yet i do it trying to please my reflection.
Trying to please a empty image with backwards symmetry.
What power does the world hold to define me?
No matter how much i look at a mirror, I'm not looking at myself, it will always be another reflection.
My outside appearance will not dictate my inner struggles of conception.
I am more then a reflection.
I am more then a skin tone.
One day I will prove this is more then words!
This is me!