My Birth

My Birth

Told it was 1969
That’s a lie
Told I was 7 pounds 6 ounces
That’s a lie too
I remember that I was not nearly that small

Told that I was beautiful, the cutest little thing
More lies
That couldn’t be true
I don’t remember being beautiful
For years

Why is there nothing but lies surrounding my birth?

I remember visiting the mirror many times
For the truth
Surrounding the mystery
Searching for beautiful
And love

Til one day I visited the mirror
And saw beauty
And love
I met Me that day
I remember it
Not a day in the sixties
But days in early nineties

Unfolded the mystery
Erased the lies
The days of my birth