Vanity

Jesus looks like me

Her face is brown

Her neck is long

She cranes her head

Over the world

She watched behind

Red robes.

Her curly hair

Stands up high

It sings praises

And hymns about

creation…

With fierce

dark

eyes

whose iris

is the universe

My God!

Does she look

Like me.

My God

Looks back at

me.

Mud colored

hands

hold my feet

down

I am

forced to look

at myself.

I am forced

Into Creation

Made in

Her image

Jesus…

Do we look

alike

(?)

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