Looking at the mirror who
judges all that she sees.
Hair, too long, too thick.
Lips, too dry, too hard to attempt a smile.
Eyes, too big, too brown.
From her toes to her nose
she stands before
the long, golden plated mirror.
As tears form, rolling down her
dimpled cheeks, and hang
at the cliff of her face in mid fall.
A time has come, thought she....
to put away these judges of
our Beauty,
to live a life of glamour in all eyes,
no matter the shape, color or size.
With a flick of her wrist,
the makeup kit smashes
into her tormentor,
the glass mirror.
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Samy's Poetry
PoetryA little bit of poetry from this crazy mind of mine. Hope it helps you feel something. Maybe even think something. <3
