Poem -
to your image and likeness
when I sing
for you I sing
because of you I sing
when I dance
for you I dance
because of you I dance
if you raise your hands
I fly
because together we fly
If I cry
you dry my face
with your skirt of humanity and
I smile again
I see you and I know
what you are thinking
as I come
from your insides
my father says
I cost him another rib
you say
I was born from two heartbeats
of your heart and
that's why sometimes
your left ear itches
because I was born the second
I ask you
âwho am I?â
covering my face
with my hands
you answer
âanything
you wish to be
as you resemble meâ and
I smile
because looking at you
I see myself and
you are the most beautiful person
I know
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It happened when I was 5 years old. We were in the kitchen waiting for my dad to come home from work: my mother cooking dinner, my older brother playing on the floor with toys, my younger sister in her baby chair, the youngest sleeping in her cot, I was sitting at the kitchen table, twirling my hair with my index finger (totally straight) and talking non-stop as usual. Â I noticed that my siblings had curly hair, except for me. Â I asked my mum... why? Â Then she stopped cooking, turned to look at me and said: I gave you my eyes, I gave you my nose, I gave you my lips, I gave you my hair. Â You look like me. That day I realised how beautiful I was, because it was true, I physically resembled her. Â