My family is a Grand Brass Mirror
Hanging on the wall of life
Father is the many bolts that allow the mirror to hang
To be praised
Not losing integrity
My siblings are the glass
Lords of judgment
Medium of thought
Mother is the light that gates the ability to be seen
Protecting her children from ill-ridden words
Though sometimes sour
mostly raw
I
Am the reflection
Subject to change
But not different
The owner of personality.
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