Myself

Waking up to the aurora of morning,

Feeling the presence of reality.  

Looking at myself in the mirror saying,

Today is a beautiful day, fix your mentality.

But the feeling of sadness overwhelms me

Leaving my soul in the desert.

 

I heard that the road will get brighter,

But the road looks dim.

My heart is full of misery

And survival looks slim.

Until my soul met another,

A girl who makes me happy.

 

Our kinky hair stands up,

Our skin is brown.

No one can break us apart,

Our friendship will always be around.

Someday we will grow old,

Explore the world in all its glory.

 

We sit side by side,

Sister like sister.

My ride or die she is,

No man can break her.

She is special,

She is me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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