• Most days,
    I look at my self in the mirror,
    the first word that comes to my mind,
    ugly.

    My hair is so kinky and nappy,
    I can't do anything to it but,
    put it in a ponytail,
    put on some ripped jeans,
    a shirt,
    and walk to school.

    I walk to school,
    with a so called "friend" named ashaunte,
    my other "friend" meechi,
    leaves early.

    I've never knew the real meaning of friend,
    yet i'm not so sure,
    But i can never leave the house without hiding my face
    or shoes
    or hair,
    or shirt.

    But then one day,
    I really looked at my self in the mirror,
    I really looked,
    and i noticed,
    Then I said,
    "Wow...I am beautiful."

    From that day on,
    I lived my life,
    like I was beautiful.