It's night time and my mind is wondering again, it goes to that place again. Self beauty I've look at the mirror I don't like what I see ... that's a lie I like some of what I see. Birth marks, that hide under my clothes only for me to see. Moles, that resemble the dotes on a ladybugs back , I see those as my natural jewels. Most of all I see my grandmother in the mirror, her nose, her full cheeks, her chin. I resemble her a lot but what I also see are my dark brown eyes .
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PoetryThat time of the night when your mind wonders and goes threw places
