Dear Mirror

Nickin Alexander

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