Looking at myself in the mirror, 

I'm reminded of the time 

The time I tried to dye my brother's hair. 


Burning my eyes,


There were  dye stains on his forehead.


Where are the rubber bands?




The crackling of my plastic gloves, 

I fumble around for the instructions.

Please, keep your head straight.




He wiggles around and slowly sways his head, side to side.

I look in the mirror,

I see the resemblence between me and my brother.

Who am I?

I am a big sister.

I am a young woman, ambitious for what awaits me.

In my brother, I see the loving and caring I posess. 


Like the reflection of myself in the mirror,

family is never meant to cease.

My family is a 



I see me.

I see my flaws, 

I see my strengths.




This poem is about: 
My family


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