You stare so eagerly at that image
That image on the screen of your soululler device
That image in the glass in the window
On the wall
In your palm
But what do you see?
For some, one glance would suffice
But you can’t stop looking
Do you like what you see?
Or are you hoping to see more?
Are you hoping that the longer you look, the more you’ll explore
What’s behind that colorless mask
Painted with white cream, lipstick and false eye lash?
Is it your soul you’re searching for?
Are you hoping that mirror is a door
Leading to the real you?
The one who doesn’t have to be
What music, movies, and TV tell you to be
Are you hoping that mirror is the key
To your freedom?
Freedom to love yourself
Freedom to be yourself
Instead of a man-made product
In the endless aisles of these shelves
Others may label you
But they don’t know what’s inside
That right was reserved for your Maker
And His label reads “I made her –
“Beautiful”
So next time you look in the mirror
Try this
Close your eyes so you can see what’s inside you
It’s there you’ll see the truth
Before you had eyes to see
God created the heavens and the earth
And before he was finished
He made you from the dirt
He breathed life into that dirt
And said “It is good.”
If God can call dirt beautiful
Then who are we to dissaprove
Stop believing the lies
And realize who made you
Not him, not her, not even you
Now open your eyes
And walk in that truth
Micah Speaks 