The Girl in the Mirror
She sat, with arms crossed, on the grasses
that beckoned on her fingers to touch them.
Each blade of grass representing each trouble she had.
She talked with the molded sand her delicate fingers
I watched her as tears poured from her lovely eyes,
blooming the flowers and melting the grasses.
The sun shone on her silky skin with all its glory,
giving her a tan - the trademark of the Blacks.
She called for the rain to drench her,
she called for the wind to take her away,
where she will never weep again.
But they rejected her, even her shadow melted away.
Though there is hope unseen.
Though there is love somewhere.
She knew she had to find it, she needed it.
She saddled her horse to go in search of it
Till date she is gone
I watched her with such pity.
I watched her with such grief.
I watched the girl in the mirror as she vanished away.