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See I wanted to see myself,
I sat in front of the mirror just to see a reflection of myself,
See all I saw was an indecisive character,
With an aversion to taking risks and stepping out of my comfort zone,
The vision blurred with every single glance,
See all I saw was an identity crisis,
A misfit trying to fit in,
And,
With a second glance an Eagle amongst chicken.
Tired of the reflection,
I heard a voice say,
Clean up your mirror and,
Take a second look,
See I had to take a leap of faith,
To lean on the direction offered by this voice,
I finessed about wisdom,
Though I was not wise enough to rescue my very own image,
My IDENTITY.
Every spot that faded on my mirror,
My reflection was clearer,
I saw a vulnerable soul journeying towards greatness,
Beautiful and bountiful soul surrounded by doubt,
See I saw a crown awaiting a queen,
Only that she wasn't ready to take the throne,
The illusions and notions created,
Societal structures have informed our self-reflections,
Like my blurry reflection of myself,
We have no identity,
Suffering from signalling syndrome,
We lead a dissatisfied life,
Hoping the next job, partner, the degree will resolve our crisis,
This ain't no disaster,
But a state of emergency,
Numb and mute the voices that lead to your delusions,
Dust off your mirror and have a look again,
You will see the true definition of beauty on Fleek,
See their opinion, contempt and illusion don't define you,
But your identity is a masterpiece with a higher calling,
An Eagle that hangs around chickens will never SOAR,
FREE THE EAGLE.
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