Reflections
I stare into the mirror,
and I see a little girl looking at me.
It's the eight-year-old me,
and she's staring right back.
She is grinning back at me,
happy for what she sees.
She sees beauty, passion,
confidence, and strength.
She is in awe of the person
that she is to become,
because for her it is
impossible to think of me.
She is mesmerized by where
she will one day end up,
and tears of joy fall down
her face when she realizes...
We became strong, independent,
confident, beautiful, and free
and she is looking forward to it.
Trina, Meet Trina
"Wait? What? It can't be;
that beautiful woman is me?
I seem to be nice, have a kind heart,
and I'm involved in the arts?
I'm sure I've done alot of wrong,
but at least me and others get along.
And I finished college, the big school?
So then I'm not a fool...
And I've got three kids, too?
Wow, that seems pretty cool...
Hey, that's awesome, I get to write!
I even do it late at night?
So, I guess I like the me I become;
I'm just glad I don't turn into a bum."
Introspection Rejection
My eight year old self
If she met me
Might not feel pride
But pity
It's been a life filled
Choices not great
Fear, denial
My true fate
Still, I've forever
Kept at my heart
That children
Play great part
Mistakes, I've made tons
Learned from them all
Best people
Those so small
Not complicated
Things when you're small
Magic exists
When you DON'T know it all