The Girl In the Mirror
Gallant eyes, Bold, they say
Made up of love and life
And they shine like little emeralds
Covered in the safety of her long eye brows
Then there’s her hair, long, hard,
Braided and held atop of her head
Just like a little African queen
They call it mosodo, nature calls it beauty
And she calls it defense,
Double, double toil and trouble
The root of her strength,
Then that indomitable femininity,
But it suits her well
And she dances to its rhythm
And to the voices in her head
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