I'm looking for my person because that's what the TV said:
a 20-something should be with someone so they'd be somebody instead
of being a nobody like me.
But the TV kept telling me that my face was not a face worth looking at
without brows on fleek and supermodel lips.
The TV told me to wear brands on my clothes like they were my names.
As if people would know what to call me if I placed a store's name all over me.
The TV continued to tell me what to do
while the mirror just kept silent.
It looked at me - that's all it did.
And it told me what I already knew.