The face in the mirror, is the being that I see
Beautiful yet unknowing of my total authenticity
An image of natural essence, with an angelic aura
Yet behind my green eyes of simplicity, lies the greatest power
The face in the mirror, is the being that I see
I marvel at my portrayal, as I smile at my individuality
An image of grace, with lips the color of cherry
A replica of Africa, evidence of the Egyptian heresy
The face in the mirror, is the being that I see
Elegant in my own era, grand in my mystique
Hypnotic and inviting, though often cold and distraught
My reflection bears my apathy, a result of innocence lost!
