Questioning

Now, I know what year it is.
How it is supposed to be, out there.

When I look in the mirror, I don’t know who it is that I see.
Am I so used to myself?
So used to my ordinary times of day that I look at myself?
Morning ritual, daytime lipstick checks, bathroom hand washing, hair check…
That person, that reflection
Am I seeing the true image?

Am I seeing the girl, the woman, mother,?

When I turn my head to fix my hair
Am I purely being purely utilitarian?

Sexiness and femininity are the gifts that we are,
Us women.