mirror

glass pools and pulls in ripples

that stretch down in shards of 

me, puzzle pieces crooked and crossed 

in hues of memories too few 

captured within room of the perfect girl 

who no one really knew

mirror

hold my hand, my ebony hair

where the delicate tresses cradle the face

of misery, stained in shameful silence 

who are you to speak when you have everything?

on the wall

so let the river run down red lips

let their voices rise in rumors

a new era Psyche, plasticized and vilified

in the name of beauty, why have humans become so ugly?

who’s

my body, my choice

but could that be a bigger lie?

for society knows that only the young and beautiful survive

yet tormented by restless seas- hands that seize

to mar the mirror’s beauty, the truth is never easy

bodies broken by filters bleed 

sometimes in ways we all fail or pretend not to see

the ugly behind the beauty and all the average in between 

 
the fairest of them all

who wins in a losing game?

where cards of wage are cast and curtailed by age

you cannot measure a model’s worth in inches

of heels, hearts and glass broken, why not glass ceilings 

you cannot compare Psyche’s psyche to Aphrodite’s

goddess or mere mortal, hanger or a heart, girl or a guise in the mirror

choose your reflection  

fairly