-Shamae Budd, 2/18/11
Sometimes, I look at myself in the mirror
And wonder who it is that’s staring back.
I run my hands along her pale pink lips,
Childish cheeks, and freckled collarbones,
Thinking how strange it is that she is me.
I gaze at her soft, brown eyes, and search
The depths for traces of myself;
But in the blackness all I find is a faintly
Curious girl gazing back at me,
Searching through my mirrored looks.
It is as though I spend my days
Looking out through a stranger’s lashes;
Alienated from the world by the body
That isn’t really mine.
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