Mirror

My reflection is brown, i can always count on a mirror to never discriminate.

But when i look, i can only see a kid with dreams and nothing more.

Skin tone has never had anything to do with ambition, yet they only see my outside appearance.

This is why i stare at my reflection.

Only i can see the constant battle of who i am!

Only this mirror can reflect the struggles of who the world says i should be!

Screaming!

Telling me to be what I'm not, yet i do it trying to please my reflection.

Trying to please a empty image with backwards symmetry.

What power does the world hold to define me?

No matter how much i look at a mirror, I'm not looking at myself, it will always be another reflection.

My outside appearance will not dictate my inner struggles of conception.

I am more then a reflection.

I am more then a skin tone.

One day I will prove this is more then words!

This is me!