The Girl in the Mirror

Gallant eyes, Bold, they say

Made up of love and life

And they shine like little emeralds

Covered in the safety of her long eye brows

Then there’s her hair, long, hard,

Braided and held atop of her head

Just like a little African queen

They call it mosodo, nature calls it beauty

And she calls it defense,

Double, double toil and trouble

The root of her strength,

Then that indomitable femininity,

But it suits her well

And she dances to its rhythm

And to the voices in her head

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to be continued…


dm

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