Reflection becomes rejection
When looking in the mirror
and seeing self
Your mind is aching, from the pain
That's been placed on the shelf,
of remains
You see that's what the past is
The BS that's been left behind
But we have a tendency to pack the ruins in a bag
and take it with us as we rewind
Trying to figure out why a half ain't a whole
Meanwhile still living in that hole
of degradation and discrepancy
living content in complacency
Still asking Why me?
Finding ways to look beyond the positive energy,
that resides within us
handed down by generations of feminine strengths
Rosa Parks refusing to sit at the back of the bus
Big mirrors and they still don't see US
Yet we climb on 'em and run to the back
Without realizing that what we lack
Is perseverance, self-respect dignity
Ambitions, goals, honesty
Feeling secure inside our own shells
We dwell.

Tracie Harris
Copyright 2009