Mirror mirror
On the wall,
Who's the fairest of them all?
Those who can look
At their reflection
And not be ashamed
Of the shape of their nose
Or the infinite number of
Freckles that stretch to
The far corners of their face.
Those who
Ask the mirror
To show them what they should
Look like
Are not fair,
But pitiful and ignorant
Of the beauty that they
Already possess,
Inside or out.
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CCCLXV - Poetry (Part 2)
PoetryPart 2 of my 365--this year: 366--challenge. A poem a day for a year.
