Her Curse

May 30, 2012
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Mirror mirror on the wall,
Who is the fairest of them all?
She asked the furniture each and every day,
Never less than sure of what it would say.
But we never cared for your pointless fear,
We loved you for who you were, my dear.
You turned your back, anyway,
Didn't give us the time of day.

Brush your hair and gloss your lips,
Don't let desire escape your grip.
The diamond jewel upon your neck,
Fifty times its placement checked,
Enclosed within threads of finest gold,
And yet, to your skin, it still feels cold.
Because vanity is a toxic thing,
Happiness and friendship, it cannot bring.

She who's gorgeous made her plans,
Held my mirror with empty hands,
Almost, but not truly, beginning to see,
Beautiful, not free.
There's a mirror she wore on her wrist,
The reflection that was constantly kissed,
And one in her pocket, one in her purse,
Never realizing that beauty was her curse.

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