Dear Mirror
Artwork: Thy Mai | @mytea.design
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Mirrors tell two tales
What we see
And what we want
A reflection of sadness
A reflective front
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I look into the mirror to understand me
To try and find
The small and large
To try and find what makes me, me
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But all I see
Is the need to be more
To be what others
Want me to desperately be
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To be bigger
To be stronger
To be broader
And taller?
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To be satisfying
To be norm defying
all the while objectifying
More for them
And less for me
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But the more I look
The more vain I become
The more hateful I am
Of how much I’ve succumbed
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And little by little
I see the problems of the world
Not just outside
But in that mirror on the wall
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Brown may turn to black
And hair may grow down
A cut and a scrape
An allergy that makes me look a clown
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A curve and a striation
A scar that might bring sensation
Everything that can be seen
And all that is in between,
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Because a Greek god I am not.
But I am saddened to see
That this mirror has taken and trapped
What, evidently, should be free