I see my face in the bathroom mirror
I see eyes that have cried crystal rivers
Home to stories of the lives I have lived
The windows to the soul that weaves
The tapestry of unrivalled being
I see my Nubian nose taking in air
It turns into a billion-colored life
My overbite mirrors a cheery spirit
At the slightest parting of my full lips
Ivories that bare even in the middle of battles
I see my beautiful face, the identity
Of the unmatched wonder my parents bore
That has lived to die, to live again.
All for me to call myself ugly
Forgive me dear one, for the crystal tears
Can be too thick to see through
Forgive me dear one.
Beautiful indeed