Thoughts from many

In front of the mirror
Toes pointing like arrows
Ankles too high to kiss the ground
Clutching to the hems and seams of my dress
I parade myself before my reflection
My being screaming for a little bit more of everything
My face, longer than my chest
Height yearning to stay within my view
But all I see is the flat screen behind
And my being screamed,
If I had a little more, he would see me
My reflection darker than my thoughts
And I was told, melanin would pop
Fairness was all I long for
The things I didn’t need gradually heaping
Belly fat and acne blast
Armpit hairs with innumerable heirs
Forgetting what mattered the most
That my smile was a rapid spread
Spiked with a bit of goodness, kindness,
Forgiveness and graciousness.
A little more of all that is nice.
I settle without a sigh
As my cheek exalt its self
Stars shone in my eyes,
And that was all the beauty I needed.

Vera