i look at my reflection
my hands start to work
first my base
then my cheeks
a rose tint
that i sometimes carry on
to my delicate lips
brightness flows back into my eyes
green follows my lower lash line
now my ears
my ancestors wore heavy gold
our lobes stretch but i don’t mind
i wear suns on the sides of my head
spreading warmth with every step
i feel like the most me
when i’m decorated
when i’m appreciated
by my own self
the art i put on my body
are the gifts i’ve offered
to the gods
that live inside of me
i carry legacy
