Mirror.
Added 2022-04-13 07:45:46 +0000 UTCEvery morning, she watched me,
when I stood there, getting ready,
as I lined my eyes with black,
and filled in colour I seemed to lack.
Her nose she'd turn in disapproval,
as I began the process of removal,
of every item she called unsightly,
while she called me ugly so rightly.
Yet even when I removed the bangles,
and straightened the messy tangles,
wiped off the colour from my lips,
and squeezed tightly my broad hips,
she still turned her eyes away for me,
as if I were a blight for her to see.
She scoffed at the fat and patchy skin,
and reminded me I never would win,
any accolades I worked for so hard,
I'd look terrible even in my wedding card.
And at night when I returned back home,
and the city on my skin brightly shone,
when my brow with stress was lined,
and not even a smile in me I could find.
She'd look me in the eye with a wry smile,
one I could see coming from a tired mile,
and tell me my entire self was dust,
and trying to be better was a bust.
The girl in the mirror she did hate,
everything I put in my heart or plate,
and no matter how hard I tried,
she always ensured that I cried.
She would have had me killed,
but one night with courage filled,
without a thought or cold shiver,
I got rid of the blessed mirror.
