Her eyes are black mirrors;
They reflect you back. They do not pierce. They do not need to bore through your soul. They invite you in, So you step towards her, two at a time, Till there’s no closer, Nowhere to hide. If you decide to look into her eyes - Confront yourself, fear no one else, And remember, Black is the warmest color. -Samirah Shri
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About MeMy name is Samirah Shri. I write poetry especially for "bad" Asian daughters, but also for anyone who feels rejected within their communities. My poems guide you along my personal journey of rejection, healing, and ultimately re-connection. |