In the reflection of the light
Before me is a woman I long to live for,
The woman whose tears I held dear.
If anything we don’t look alike as I would like,
The contours and ridges of her face,
Evidence of what immigration can do
From afar to Kigali for betterment,
A hard face, a sharp contrast to my chubby cheeks
Yet we look alike to an untrained eye.
Rays from the light reflect a feature I hate most:
A gap between my teeth
That shuts me down when I could laugh.
Beyond the extremities of this silver glass,
Reigns an ancient soul underneath the exterior,
A spirit shattered by the Earth’s doing
A pair of eyes leaking bitter rain
A woman too mature for her age.
Then we shall clean the mirror,
For a million lies is its speciality.
A virtual image produced is not a good one
The woman I see in me is Mama,
Forget about the physicals.
About the Contributor
Peace is a passionate writer based in Kigali. She began writing at a young age and plans to continue expanding her audience in Rwanda and beyond. In her free time, she enjoys reading novels.
2 comments
A beautiful poem😭
Courage