Mirror Reflections

She is still,
she stares,
lingering around her
is a calm air.

Deep brown eyes
almost black like her hair.
Dark circles
and skin so bare.

Embellished cheeks
of which she is well aware.
Some marks are easy,
others a stubborn affair.

One brow
seems to have more hair,
the other wanes.

It’s a little unfair.

But she’s clever
when she busts a rhyme
she’s clever,
always on your mind.

The last stanza is an adaption of a song called “Cleva” by Erykah Badu who soulfully ruminates on what I interpret as the value she finds beyond her physical appearance. 

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