In the morning when i wake
i look into the mirror and
see my bestfriend brushing her teeth
and she looks just like my mother
her skin is the colour of chocolate
she has a pretty smilewith a little awkward front tooth
that she refused to wear braces for
and her teeth are not the perfect white
but her lips are full,
and her laugh fills up a room
she has lovely eyes that have seen the world and back
her nose is a little bit sharp for her small face
and her ears have heard sounds of every kind
her cheeks still have the chubbiness from childhood
her hair that i refuse to grow
is blown out and nappy
i wonder if she likes the little dreads
and burgundy highlights
i marvel at her beauty and courage
who would i be without her
we have been through hell and back
we share haha's and scars
when am sad i look at her
and she weeps for me
when am happy she dances with me till we drop!
we talk often me and the girl in the mirror
does that mean that we are both insane?
if we are so be it-atleast we got eachother
no one else listens to the joys and sorrows
of my heart,as if hearing them for the first time
she understands perfectly when i sometimes
put mascara on her lashes, lipstick on her lips
and torture her legs with six inch heeels
she makes no judgement of me for not
feeling her beautiful enough to take her
as she is -undone
i can hurt her with all the foolish actions
of my youth criticise her when she gains a little weight
and lead her into loving all the wrong men
but she forgives me without condition
no matter how awful i can be to her
she is ever faithful to the end
there isnt anyone who can love me
as the girl in the mirror does
she alone is with me till my dying day
she gives me experiences of life
she allows me to break and then builds me up
No, she doesnt look like an air brushed supermodel
she looks very comfortingly like me and frankly
i wouldnt trade her for all the designer labels
and surgeries in the world
we are stuck together and i love her,
time and world enough....
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