Looking through the looking glass and what do i see?
Looking through the looking glass, but i only see me.
I press myself against the glass
Both hands and my face.
My mother stood behind me
and smiled.
"Ah! An image of grace."
I frowned confused, as
I did not understand.
So i leaned in closer and squinted in demand.
It seemed the glass had no mystery to be obtained.
No image of exquisiteness
Was mother's reaction feigned?
Was i misled all along?
No!
No, it couldn't be, but from where i stand and from what i could see...
NO! Alice couldn't have been wrong! She couldn't have jumped the ball,
But i couldn't see the world beyond my reflective wall.
Nothing but my boring brown eyes
And my plain chocolate cheeks.
Nothing but my black curls that do nothing but speak
Of nothing but volume
I saw nothing great in my small size.
Nothing of beauty, that like seeds bloom.
Nothing at all.
Nothing at all so Alice couldn't have been right.
I see no dancing cats or animals marching in a circle.
Just me, myself, little ol' I wearing all purple.
No late talking rabbits or cards or caterpillars smoking the alphabet line by line.
No Mad hatter in a hat or a walrus running the sea.
Just me wasting all my time.
I'm up against the looking glass but alas the door must be locked.
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Senior Project: The World Through My Eyes
PoetryIf you find a book similar to this one it is also mine. This is My Senior Project: The World Through My Eyes is a book of original poems all written by me. These poems will be questions I have about the world we live in, especially the things I witn...
