One million mirrors

Reflections of me 

Can easily evoke my imperfections making it clearer to see 

That most people like me cant bare with their insecurities

Milk, carmel, chocolate

Light, brown, dark 

Different shades of skin 

Not food, whereas you can crumble and tear apart

To say that one is better than the other is just ignorant because we're all black

You get nothing out of that

to just sit back

and discriminate against someone's complexion like there's not history about that particular unlocked mystery

Where's your sympathy ?

I mean, I wouldn't be expository only if you took time out to think before you talk and learn your history

You're not hurting my feelings, I'm beautiful and I know I'm appealing. 

So why should I care ?

You dont force my chest to fear, or make me burst into tears.

I'm confident with my appearance, 

I know my brain is flooding with brillance and ignorance i'sn't worth the time

So why should I care ? 

Because all I know is that for summertime, my body will be looking mighty fine.

I love myself estatically and I'm happy with who I am, no one can tell me otherwise. 

But there's one thing that needs to be revealed, no matter the fear. 

All this talk is opposite of how I feel and in all honesty,

I wish I didn't care. 

One million miirors

Reflections of me 

Can easily evoke my imperfections making it clearer to see 

That most people like me can't bare with their insecurities

Thanks to poetry, I'm able to express my feelings and emotions.

When I write, it's as if everything is flowing smoothly

and relief is running through my veins. This poem about my insecurities 

is very personal and sensitive. It's my view of me and maybe relatable for

others. Finding poetry was a blessing.