Two mirrors one in each hand A reflection of my mom And one of my dad In my left hand the reflection Stares back at me It’s a Mexican American It’s my daddy Handsome dark face Dark brown loving eyes In the right hand A white lady accusingly stares At her daughter her little girl Blonde hair And a fair complexion Cold blue eyes Bearing into my soul Asking it questions Who are you shaming me for denying her and what she is to me not knowing where I come from or who I'm going to be both tugging at me to make the right choice I think I'll hesitate for now I'll just look at these two mirrors one in each hand a reflection of my dad and of a woman try and understand what's so great about their world why must I choose why can't they both just love their little girl
Reason for writing:
my parents
Birth sign: Aries
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