everyday
you look and the mirror
and say
"hello!
you look pretty today"
you might put some makeup on
or not
you might smooth your face once over
before clothing yourself
in your favorite shirt
that matches with your pretty hazel eyes
or those jeans that hang off your hips
wearing that warm jacket
that looks so good
and before you leave
you will say to the mirror
"goodbye
i look forward to seeing you again"
why
why cant i do that
why cant i wear a shirt
that matches with my coal black eyes
why cant i
feel nice
in pants that hugs my hips
why cant i
wear black with white flowers
and pastel blue shoes
with pretty brown dresses
why cant i do that
why cant i feel pretty in that?
why cant you tell me im pretty
that i dont need to prove my worth
that my eyes match the inky expanse of space
but light up like hot chocolate when happy
why cant you tell me
that my smile brights up your day
or that you can hold me for forever
why am i not good enough for you?????
why am i not good enough for me??
why cant i go a day
where i believe
i have done
good
well
i have done all that i can
and its more then okay
can you tell me why
i cant look in the mirror
and greet her with a smile
please
explain why i look at the mirror
and frown
and say
you are not good enough
i am not good enough
i am not good enough
i will never be good enough
but you can
and you are
tell me
how i can be more like you
YOU ARE READING
Sparrows Song
Poetryshort stories and poems for when the night is old and the day is dark
