Reflection
I am a reflection upon you
My father was not a glass creator
So why am I staring through you
A minor, marrow, mirror
I see she wears a stain like pride repellent
Like a bullet vest strapped to the under developed chest
She stands naked before me
All scars, imperfections, even worries that burn into her almond skin like 3rd degree
Her reflection is arms reach
You stand before me like another man’s trash
Clashed so often all that is left is ash and debris
Her pitch black eyes like a bottomless abyss
Lighting complements her body frame
“you are transparent”
She repeated after me
Slave prone
I watch as she dance to rhythm of defeat, demands
And very rarely her own heart thumbing beats