I notice her.
I watch her press on her nails
And whiten her teeth,
Put on that bleaching emulsion before she goes to sleep.
She has thick braids, pinched into her tender scalp
Then has Brazilian hair woven  in on top of that.
I see her look in the mirror satisfied because she now sees beauty,
She purses her painted lips,
Closes her eyes as if her looks are her duty
To this world,
That she so desperately wants to fit into and stand out of.
This magnificent girl,
Who's capabilities are unheard of.
She suffocates her essence
To be accepted in facades presence.
I notice you darling, in spite of your recrudescence.

T.S.