A Genetic Mirror


Who am I...

I am a genetic mirror 

My eyes are those of my mother's mother

Dark brown like the indigenous blood that flows through our veins

My black curly hair

That was a gift from my father's father

My feet, long and flat...

Stand as tall as my father 

My face has no filter

My reflections holds the beauty of my ancestors 

Not a blemish or scar to hide

To filter is to shatter the mirror 

But even without a mirror, people see who you are. 

Who am I...

I am a genetic mirror.


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