At the girl in the mirror.
Black from head to toe.
Pins all in her hair.
Little curls at the end.
But I stop to look into my eyes,
To wonder what other people might see.
I look at my entire face,
And wonder what kind of person other people see in me.
A wise one,
A smart one,
I have no clue.
I wish that someone would just remind me.
So that I can remember.
Yet at the same time,
I don't want what their opinions tell me to influence who I am.
Because I vaguely recall,
A feeling of acceptance,
That I know that no one else has.
There was nothing that I would want to change.
I had a sense of dignity.
That as I looked and observed people,
They had absolutely none.
They held themselves with such contempt as to who they were.
And I lost my self in that because
While you look at other people,
And everyone is the same,
You start to become the same too.
I tear myself from my deep thoughts and
Look in the mirror one last time,
And remind myself how grateful I am that
I'm so different from other people.
Human dignity + compassion = Peace.