A Broken Image?
What do I see when I look at me?
We all have our flaws, and everyone tells you to embrace them; but I can’t embrace my worst one
I am extremely contradicting, and it kills me. I look in the mirror, and become the best coach there is to man. I tell myself:
YOU are beautiful
YOU are a queen
YOUR black is magic
But as I walk away, I don’t feel the same. The compliments just become a bunch of jumbled words
I’m so blind to them it’s like playing scrabble and not being able to find a single word among many
I wish I could believe my inner me, I wish I knew what I’m supposed to do to bring her out
But the more I try, the deeper into the abyss I fall, and become comfortable enough to believe I’m just flying downward
When in truth, I don’t know how to use my glorious wings; I don’t know how to have faith in me
When in this world, being a black woman is frowned upon. Doesn’t matter how strong I am, I am ridiculed for my mistakes, and have become my worst critic
But I am working on change; I Stopped feeling sorry for myself
Now? I stand up. Not quietly. I Fight. I Let my voice echo, make the walls shake like the Goddess I am with every step; I am divinity. I am honesty's best friend and a coward's worst nightmare.
A queen made of gold and dipped in chocolate
And now that I truly believe that, I don’t need a mirror ;)
About the Creator
Terowi Marshall
Art is life. With each poem I write, there’s a piece of me in every one
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