In the mirror’s gaze
I am you , you are not me
My scars are visible there but not here
Everyone sees my beauty
But you see my scars and bruises

“Show me my beauty mirror
Show me the real me’
Then the mirror looked me in the eyes and said “The real you is on the inside as you can see’
“So my beauty is a waste? “ I asked
The mirror replied saying “ No, it hides your shame
And I will hide behind beauty frame”

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Bushy tail and cunning guise, not enough to tell a tale about you
You have symbols written all over you yet there is always a truth untold
I should have known you breath the air of purity
Your disregard for sin is as higher as Burj Khalifa

Red for love
Your eyes only stick to your partner
You really do understand this concept even more than us human
Your loyalty is unique so as the color that covers your skin
As far as it doesn’t fade away
It signifies assurance in a million folds

My desire for true love is real
I desire the undying love of a  red fox

Emerging talent, up and coming
You are not stagnant anyways
I see the way you strike
Keep the flow and shine
The potential within you is limitless
You are a rising star
Oops a star already?

A runaway model, understated
A runaway goddess

Run a way
Way teeming with costumes of unique styles
Swaying the trend wave of fashion


The catwalk, magnificent
Those eyes, alluring
Your body is embedded in protection like a shell
Oh, I can’t forget the smell you behold
Of expensive fragrances, a sensual spell
But beneath the glamour, a story to tell

I also can’t stop thinking about being in a fashion show
Cat walking like you do
I hope I appear in the limelight someday

My head
My shoulders
My knees
My toes

My head is where my instinct resides
My shoulders are tools of carriage
My knees goes down to pray to the one I believe in
My toes no my legs.It’s my lead
Lead to my destination and place of success

Wicked
     Oh my nose
           You perceive just like a priest will perceive the anger of the gods
                  But you can’t tell me the wicked people around
              Have you no shame??
       No sleep for the wicked!
               You don’t even sleep......urgh

I’m drained
My strength lessen
Too tired to continue
I want to give up

    But my heart won’t stop beating for my deepest desires
    My eyes won’t stop seeing me as the future of fashion and searching for more
     My legs won’t stop walking or crawling
     Even my pen won’t writing

I’m tired
My heart
My eyes
My legs and my pens won’t stop telling me I can’t stop until my dreams come true