We go through the same pain
The same challenges
The same fears
The same tales
The same tears
The same banes
And similar figures
Yet she isn’t my reflection
She is just a different person
A different person who understands me
A different person that gets on my nerves
A different person that drives me nuts
A different person that makes me want to scream each time she pulls my hair
But yet she is the different person I love
I look at her and all I can see is me
I see a me in her
She’s got a different DNA
A different skin colour
A different eating habit
But similar sleeping habits
How can a person so different be yet so similar?
Nature is such a puzzle
How can black and white have similar characteristics?
So puzzled I am!
She is aware that we are different yet so similar
She said so once upon a time
When she looks at me, she sees a me in her
Our similarities sometimes amuses her
Because she knows that we are still so different
And I love our differences
But I love our similarities even more!
By Sylvia Chika