in front of the mirror
a mother tries
in all its glory
to
embrace her self


a skin,
black
an elegant shield
that concealed many mysteries

lips,
thick and soft
that can curse and reconcile
a pair of eyes,

large and deeply created
that screams curiosity
and sometimes seen a little too much

a handful of breasts,
perfectly oval
that provides nutrition and comfort

and a belly,
that shows stripes lined
with sharp precision
belly that has worn and felt

And bravery
that drips and shines through
darker coloring days

meanwhile the mirror shows
a mother
in all its glory
attempting selflove