When I look in the mirror
Who do I see?
Do I see the scar under my left brow?
Do I see the blemish forming under my chin?
But do I see large beautiful brown eyes?
Do I see high cheekbones?
Do I see full pink lips?
What I see is beyond what the mirror tells me.
Back a me stares a daughter,
A child of God.
Created flawless in his image.
Not in flesh but in soul.
I see a heart that comforts my loved ones.
I see a student yearning to be taught.
I am strong.
I am flawless.