my poems

Mirror

At six years old, she checks the mirror, making sure her pigtails are straight and her jeans buttoned and zipped. She is satisfied with her appearance and heads off.
At ten years old, she asks the mirror, "Where did these come from?" with her hands over her chest. She is confused and uncomfortable of her appearance, but heads off.
At thirteen years old, she spends hours in front of the mirror, trying to alter the acne and the flaws. She is never satisfied with her appearance, but she has to head off.
At sixteen years old, she avoids the mirror, saying she doesn't care...oh but she does. The acne feels as large as the breasts once did. She's ashamed of her appearance, and must head off.
At eighteen years old, she adjusts her cap and gown in the mirror. She embraces the flaws, she is unsure of her appearance, but sure of her self love, she heads off.
At twenty-six years old, she comes back to the mirror, with a baby girl in her arms. She prays the girl will never feel as she did. She stares into the mirror, loving what she sees back and heads off.
At eighty nine years old, she sees the mirror again. Laughing, she wishes she knew the mirror should have never decided how she felt that day. Not caring about her appearance, she takes her last look at the mirror.