On The Wall

I see my mother's eyes staring back at me, filled with curiosity and passion.

I see my father's sharp nose pointing at the sky; knowledgeable and confident.

I see my grandmother's smile. Beautiful words always escape her tongue.

I see my grandfather's unruly hair. So big. So overpowering. It almost has a personality of its own.

I see my ancestors on the color of my skin. Similar to the Saharan Desert.

I see a girl at a loss of how her anatomy, her body, her being is greater than just a reflection on the mirror.

You're not just any girl dear.

You are the generations before you.

You represent nations, cultures, traditions.

Wear yourself proudly.

Look at yourself proudly.

You're the not the only person that mirror is reflecting.