Myself

Inspired and written for my former classmate Josie, who came to Canada as a refugee. This is my take on her experience here. **P.S. She knows I wrote this.

My mirror has two sides.  
One forward, and one behind.
The first side shows who the world wants to see.
The second? The woman who is really me. 

That woman who I was before
Still sleeps beside me and walks my floor.
She rises when I need to rise,
And when I crumble, she too cries. 

She’s not the woman that new people meet.
Her voice unheard when I ch…