Ruby Long

There’s a mirror in front of me, 

A wall of light skin, 

A barrier with brown eyes. 

Wonderment of individuality. 

An immersion of wealth. 

Nightfall on essence, 

the sunrise on existence. 

Sense the humor in my individuality  

And taste the adoration in dependence. 

It is my character, 

The tone and quality of my voice, 

And differentiates my personality, 

from the likeness of the alternatives. 

I can see through myself,  

Through the achievement, 

An implementation of performance. 

Is there a body before me, 

Or a memory of attainment?