At long last, the jugglar is led out
Under the stars
Hiden in the darkness
That tent filled with carnies
Belonging to the night
Come on up!
Step right in!
Ma'am would you like to take a stroll?
Through my haunted house of mirrors
See your body
So beautiful and true
Distorted in your view
Oh ma'am want shall you do?
look, look at what the world sees of you
Your body is not beautiful
Your body is not true
tell me ma'am
How is it your mother is not ashamed of you?
you say your perfect just as you are?
The look to your reflection
Over there, on the right
See your no special sight
That nose is to big
Those ears to small
They can fix that, it's a hasssle you say?
Very well, ery well
you'll catch a man someday
Over there,
Mirror number two
Show her, show her
All of what is true
Your chest is to small
That waist to big
So tell me ma'am
Why must you fib?
Now you may go
Turn and leave
Or you can stay,
Make a choice you see?
Mirror number three
Or mirror number four?
The choice does not matter
Each will show you a door
One feeds truth
While the other gives lies
Ma'am oh ma'am,
What shall you decide?
YOU ARE READING
Your Reflection
PoetryThis is a poem about how society pressures women to look a certain way. a carny takes a women through his hows of mirrors
