Does my mirror lie?
Or maybe my vision is just blared.
I was told that I was created
To bear both beauty,
And wonders.

So I wash my body,
Clean my face,color my eyebrows
And glitter my lips.

I awoke to view the mirror,
In the early hours of the morning,
Before the water and the glitter I beheld.

I was molded by him,
His gentle hands caressed my face,
Even as he breathed in me
The spirit of life.
Gave me strength,vision and a will..
So that I can be wonderful.

Yet,
I cannot see any of them in the mirror..