Malika Giddens

(1/12/93)

Girl In The Mirror


i look at the girl in the mirror
and i see someone beautiful
a precious gem a reflection of beauty
i look into myown brown eyes
and i see strength
where there's strength there's beauty

i look at the girl in the mirror
and i see who i used to be
but then i see how i've changed
i see how much i've grown
how much i've matured
how i grew more confidence
how i'm no longer afraid
to look at the girl in the mirror

i look at the girl in the mirror
in my eyes
my reflection shows no less
than pure perfection
i look at the girl int the mirror
and i'm proud of what i've become

Submitted: Thursday, November 30, 2006
Edited: Wednesday, December 14, 2011

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