Mirrors
An isolated reflection
It is you, exactly you
Clouded by perception
Sensational brown eyes
Wish they were blue
Kinky curls reaching for the sky
Hair refuses to stay straight
Uncontrollable curves of my ancestry
Just to be a bit smaller
Radiant brown skin
Lighter would be best
Oh those robust lips
They could be thinner
A constant battle between the two
What is actually there
The truth
What you actually see
Perception
A perception that cannot be trusted
Clouded by stereotypes
Blurred by shallow standards
Destroyed by unrealistic expectations
A mirror
Its only job to reflect
But even a dirty mirror simulates bodily defects