Dear Mirror

 
Dear Mirror,
Who am I/
A question that usually ends with another question, Why/
Why do I see me as a being of less worth even though those of worth are from the same earth/
Why do I seem feeble and weak/ While strength has been something I always strive for and seek/
Even at my peak I stood tall with my chest out and gave a salute/
For the red white and blue is what I knew and the diminish of self worth still continued/
Who am I, what am I, how am I, different questions that are like a personal reflection/ that is unknown/
 I look for this missing piece that complete me but just like a phone without a receiving end/ all I hear is a dial tone/  
 I got no where/ so I stare/ at this block of glass called a mirror/ and its clearer and clearer  that  the answer to my question seems so far and yet so near/
 I  struggle for years until shoes and clothes I once wore didnt fit even though friends thought me wearing them made me look "lit"/
When people begin to fade like leaves on a dieing tree/ see these friends are not who they claim to be/
 As the pigmentation on my skin and the personas I developed  begins to fade/ one question still remains/ Who am I/
Who am I? Well to put it simply/ who I am is not what I was taught to be/ i am who I choose to be/
Who am I/I am Joshua Jamal/ I am me