Poetry

Mirror

Mirror mirror on the wall,

stop asking that question at all.

It’s never about the reflection you see,

it’s always what’s within after all.

A fair complexion isn’t the ideal color,

in fact, complexion isn’t the true judgement call.

Pretty isn’t what defines the beauty,

stop worrying to look like a doll.

Define the beauty your heart desires,

let it be the wrinkles or that old mole.

Be the carving of your true nature,

cos you are the Cinderella and the world is your ball.

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