Why is it we look the way that we do;
who’s the artist who made us our face;
that one which tells that this is you;
that one which all mirrors embrace?
God created us each as an energy soul;
perfect replicas of His energy being;
but, we, ourselves endeavor to cajole;
till we’ve become that which we’re seeing.
Some women look in the mirror with scorn,
wondering why God made them this way;
the one who painted your face when born;
is the same one who paints it today.
The fat legs; you think heredity brought em;
and blame God for making you that way.
Was it really God who made your wide bottom;
or the donuts for breakfast each day?
But a smile, itself, goes quite a long way;
your face to shape and define.
Who chose, instead, to let the frown stay;
and all facial lines, to decline.
And what about those bags under the eyes;
is that what the Master meant us to see?
Perhaps all our stress and lost sleep applies,
in creating what’s become you and me.
We each have effects on how we all look;
as we grow old with hair thinning.
But are we certain that we have not mistook;
how our energies affect our beginning?