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I am My Father and I am my Mother

I looked into the Mirror,
for one more time that day,
and I was saddened to admit,
that this is who I had became.
A girl of brown,
the eyes and hair,
with a gracious heart,
and a crooked smile.
With glaring eyes,
and a splintered nose,
pointed ears,
and long legs.
This was who I was,
and I wasn't proud,
for I was scared to death,
that was only what counts.
And I went to bed last night,
thinking I haven't got a chance,
because God hadn't blessed me,
like every one else laying in bed.
So I dreamed of a sleep,
were not once was a mirror,
til someone said they saw a light,
and I blushed with all my might,
and when I looked into the mirror,
I had to watch the glare.
Cause that's when a beautiful angel stood back and stared.
And I am shocked to say,
that that was my heart,
not my looks, not my face,
but the beginning and the start.
So when I woke up this morning,
I realized who I was,
A girl of brown,
eyes and hair,
with a heart full of love,
willing to share.
And though I may not like my look,
I am my mother and my Father,
all the way threw.

Author notes

This is how I felt til I woke up this morning. And appearance isnt all that counts. Becasue if you look in yourself and see you mother and your father, then you are blessed. IF you look in yourself and see horrible features you have misunderstood because every single one of us has been given a heart and a mind, so live life like you were just about to die.
Written April 20th, 2006

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  • Tweedle Dee
    June 11, 2006
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    Thank you, and I am so happy for you. Really, not many guys are like that, blessed you are,and I hope forever you stay that way.


  • amw143
    April 21, 2006
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    This is a really good write. I can relate to that on so many levels. I've been unhappy with my self until the guy that I wrote about in the poem called Young Girl that you liked, came into the picture.... i can look my worst...(bad hair, un-matched clothes) and he'll still tell me i look beautiful. but yeah... thank you for your comment, and again... i really like this poem.

  • emmyemem444
    April 20, 2006
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    hey gusta this is emely i am at skewl and u are at the dermatoligist(?) lol and i logged on here with christian lol i am sooo bored lane has i.s.s today for some shit idk what well i love u and i will see u tomorro at ur bday party!!! i love u happy birthday


    emely