When I see myself
Skin
Eyes
Lips
Hands
When I see myself
As others saw me
Ugly
Weak
The trust of ignorance
The hopelessness of labels
The resentment of judgment
The loss of misjudgment
The strength of solitude
The beauty of truth
The comfort of harmony
The gift of balance
When I see myself
When I see others
As they see myself
It’s ok
Because
At the end
Skin
Eyes
Lips
Hands
And it took a century
For the self
