namwano

I met this girl on the mirror that looked like me. I could not help but notice the way she stared right back at me. I wondered why she was so keen to analyze every aspect and angle she could see! Her eyes sparkled, her stunning smile makes an addition to the stars. Yes, she was stunning. A beauty that captivated most if not all that were with her at the moment. It was in those few moments that I realized and learned something about life; we may like or dislike what we see in the mirror. If you dislike what you see, don’t blame the mirror. Change the reflection. And that’s exactly what I did. For the first time in a long time, I actually did feel different from the inside out. How did that happen? I dated me! Can you remember who you are before the world told you who you should be? For a long time, I was enamored with the idea of first becoming somebody’s rather than becoming “somebody”. I had an appetite for belonging that was fed by cheap morsels of lies recommende

I am a masterpiece A compilation of shattered pieces; And whose chaos is defined as beauty. I am a masterpiece, But like every other work of art, I am a piece of work. Beyond the pretty face, is the woman I aspire to be, Once a pretty girl, now a pretty lady, but still an unfinished art. There is a stroke of flaws to paint, tracks of tears to smear, An array of scars to hang, and a buffet of wisdom to share. I am still, a masterpiece, Admittedly, in need of consistent mastery of peace. I am the fine china that took time to be molded, The diamond that withstood flames for refinement Glare at my glory on your shelf, Let me effortlessly dangle from your neck, Know this nevertheless, If handled chaotically, It is easy to break If worn haphazardly, I slide off and sadly branded “fake”, With no one anymore to call me their own. I am a masterpiece Encrypted on the palm of a master potter, Edited frequently, De-cluttered ruthlessly,