Reflection in My Mirror

March 29, 2012
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I see my reflection when I look in my mirror.
You think I see just a beautiful face
A smile that stretches as far as the Nile
Or the eyes that are as precious as life itself

But what I see is pain.
When I look into my mirror I can see a girl
A girl scared to face her fears; A girl not ready to be a woman yet
This is my reflection

When I look at my face
I can still smell the scent of the boys bathroom
While I ran to see the vandalism smeared all over the walls
I look at my teeth and my tongue and I hear the cries
That I cried in a mangled shrill from the pain

As I look into my eyes;
I can feel the tear drops stream down my face
I can taste the salt when the tears run between my lips
I can hear me weep in the middle of the night
This is what I see in the mirror.

This is what the harassment did to me
Can you see the tears I’ve cried?
Can you hear my weeps and sobs?
Smell the boys bathroom?
Because now when you look at me
It will feel like looking into the mirror
You can feel my pain and
My hurt;
You can taste my tears
And hear my cries.

A victim;
That’s what I see in the mirror.

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