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Saturday, October 3, 2015

Authenticity

Mirror Mirror On The Wall,
You reflect a person I do not recall.
I am not that broken girl.
I stand right here and I am tall.
Your Lies they eat away at me,
I wait for night,
I wait for peace.
Morning comes,
I smash the mirror.
For I am here, yes I am here.
I am not defined by a mirror.
Reflections distort our face,
make us hungry,
feel unsafe.

Broken Mirror on the wall,
I am not pieces,
I stand tall.
I am not broken,
I don't need to be mended.
I am perfect,
My own light inside me,
The stars are my token, they are what guides me.

-Sossina J Chirhart October 2015

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