Mirror Mirror, a poem for #eacheverywoman and #yesallwomen

Mirror Mirror 

Look,

without flinching,

at my painted face.

 

For years I have been

 

a mirror of others’ passions.

 

Somewhere,

in a core of glass fragments in a pit

somewhere

 

is myself.

 

There are names

 

branded

 

etched

 

where they’ve last touched

 

marks clinging like flags of ego

 

where my skin still burns

 

to scrub itself off

 

or redefine itself under the transformation

 

of water

 

of fire

 

of earth.

 

 

I

 

still

 

can’t

 

fathom

 

why someone

 

anyone

 

would ever want

 

a broken doll.

 

 

 

 

 

 

  This poem and others like it can be found in my first self-published poetry anthology, available on smashwords, entitled What Makes a Mean Girl.

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