By Noel Diketane
As a child I was told that I’m a reflecti
on of my family.
I took it lightly.
Until one day I was staring at the mirror
and I noticed that the mirror was starring back.
Again and again, the mirror and I kept on exchanging glances
There, I saw generations of brokenness, trauma, anxiety, and depression.
Abstract art on wrists, hangman was the ‘it’ game you know
everyone took it too far
Now how do I remain intact when I reflect this much brokenness
when I’m a reincarnation of a cracked mirror.