What do you see in the mirror?

I spent the weekend with an interesting group of people. Zimbabweans who have left home and lived all over the world. Absorbed so much of the world they have seen, speak the languages of the world and quiet frankly they fit into any world they find themselves in. Good? Bad? Wonderful to be all that but when I take my shoes off I want to see Sharon. I want all the masks off all the fanciness off n jes be me. I like that grounds me...what do u see in the mirror at the end of the day?