Like I cannot see the real me
it's tainted by the cracks the slithering reflectioni want to remove all the that shattered glass
and put a new mirror
where in between I transform into a beautiful Sudanese woman purely proud of who I am
and most importantly totally in control of what I feel
but instead I find myself on dreaming this dream
through films
through other peoples dreams
through nightmares that I am stuck looking at my face through split dreams
I can't bring myself to take out the glass that sits so silently yet dramatically in front of me
it's too much work?
or am I afraid of cutting myself
hurting myself in the sharpness of trying and failing
all I find myself doing is standing in front of the mirror
staring at my unknown self
trying to zoom into my eyes
my dirty eyes
my weak eyes that come under
my strange body that is foreign
I don't know
I don't know what I want
or is it I want a million things they all dissipate somewhere
I fee lost
I feel down
and then I feel disappointed with myself that I feel like this
God has given me everything
God has spoiled me
Faith
Family
Health
wealth
Education
Knowledge
Fun
Travel
Time
Food
Entertainment
Technology
Beauty
God has given me a lots of things
But when I look at myself in the mirror
that broken mirror
All I see is the scratches
All I see are the parts that Are going to fall
All I see is the mirror broken into pieces
and All I see is my face....broken with it
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