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The Mirror On The 3rd Floor Bathroom In The South West Hall
Many a young girl’s face I’ve seen
 Peering into my silver complexion
 Only I hear their silent thoughts
 As they gaze at their reflections
 Some have dark skin, some have light,
 Others are caught in the middle, like coffee with cream
 Prejudice lies like a mist over the water
 They are caught like fish swimming upstream
 I have scratches and scuff marks from make-up
 Who ever told this beauties that they need it?
 Trying to cover up flaws like lying and cheating
 With foundation, leather jackets and skirts with a slit
 Some toss their hair coquettishly,
 Basking in their glory
 Yet when everyone’s gone, and the stalls are vacant,
 The tears on their cheeks tell a different story
 Irises of pure blue, brown and green
 Stare into my silver eyes
 Running the race against everyone else
 Not realizing that they are the prize
 I hear laughter, feel sunshine
 The happiest ones only glance
 While others examine every feature
 As though in a trance
 Some stand sideways, sucking flesh in
 Others resort to puking, throat burning
 We have to, that boy likes the skinnier girls
 Resigned as their stomach is turning
 They look into my face and see too much weight
 When actually, they are wasting away
 They see a huge apple, I see a slim core
 Their hollowed eyes with circles of gray
 So many girls, going this way and that
 All look into my face
 Searching or looking for different things
 As they run this deadly beauty race
 Yet all of them have one thing in common
 Most don’t see it, some are doubtful
 Others know from whence it came -
 You see, they are all beautiful.

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