Normally, I only focus on the dark-skinned,

but I'd make an exception for the woman in the mirror.

Her beauty, indescribable.

Words fail to capture what I wish to say.

Should we speak of her eyes?

They cradle a thousand emotions,

yet only reveal what pleases the beholder.

Should we speak of her lips?

A sculpture of seduction and sorrow,

designed to smile, to laugh, to conceal.

Her face card never declines,

but her bank card constantly does.

She is soft,

yet a warrior with no battle strategy.

Small,

yet mighty with a future too vast to grasp.

A light to her family,

yet lost in her own darkness.

She was meant to embody boldness,

but instead, she sees..

Heartbreak.

Depression.

Fear.

Boldly.