In a reality where my beauty is a count of mirrors reflection.
Alarming is this pretending’s reason to exist
Mighty is its consequence.
Being aware of my body was a rule set by society
Erasing the touch of my own reliability,
Assuring that societies wanted version of me was perfect positivity
Unwanted, not enough for being me became a structure of my own thought
Trying not to become someone else was a hard fight I fought
In the end, there was bloodshed
Finally the mirrors reflection of myself was dead.
Unaware I was of my shape, body and beautiful existence
Left with the blank of a simple but yet true sentence.
True Sentence: The first alphabet letter of each line.
– Abdullah Al Rafi
