Mirror
I look in the mirror
and I see
the god Shango staring
back at me.
Where I expect to see my reflection,
I do.
And yet, it is
more than it ever was.
My broad chest and shoulders,
they hold all
of my thunder.
My arms and legs
are the lightning.
My eyes--
my deep brown eyes--
they spark with my
fire.
My reflection shows me
the way I am
So when I look in the mirror and I see
the god Shango staring back at me,
I smile with confident, regal glee
For I know, that is how it's supposed to be.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world