To My Mirror.

graceking · 04-26-2008, 01:26 AM

Hullo gals! I had a lot of fun with my 'Dear Body' poem and the response poem to it ('Dear Grace'- posted as a reply under the 'Dear Body' thread in case you haven't seen it but would like to), and it would seem a lot of you enjoyed them as well, so I've decided to post another favorite of mine: 'To My Mirror.' I know it's on the longer side, but it's worth it - or at least I think it is! I hope you all like it! Love, Grace

To My Mirror.

Dear Mirror,

Hello there.
I have some
thoughts
I would like to
share
with you,
so I am writing you
a letter.
(No, I am not
insane.)

I'm afraid that
I've come to the
conclusion
that
you
are a liar-
a dirty, rotten,
no-good,
cruel, heartless
liar.
Why is that?

You should be
honored -
every single morning,
I start my day
by staring at you
as you stare
back at me.
And we go through
that routine
countless times
each and every day.
That's pretty personal.
Actually,
not a single other thing
on this whole planet
gets that honor
(unless you count
my ceiling...
I don't).

So why is it
that you have decided
to lie to me
all the f***in time?

My face cannot look
like
that.
There's no way
I have those harsh
black circles
under my eyes,
or those 'bushes'
you call eyebrows;
why do you show me zits,
pores the size of potholes,
and pimples galore
when they aren't
actually
there?
Seriously-
that's pretty
rude, and
also illegal-
have you heard
of libel??

You seem to insist
on showing me
boobs
that are too small
but a bum
that is much too big,
and thighs
the size of
goddamn
tree trunks!

And then there's
the flub.
Everywhere
you have given me
flub-
everywhere!
Flub on my arms,
flub on my belly,
flub under my
frickin
chin,
for goodness sake!
You
lie.

Oh, and besides making me
too big and most places
but too small in others,
you've also decided to
shrink down my height.
Did you forget?
Obviously, I'm
five foot eleven-
a gorgeous,
willowy,
could-be
model.
Gawd.

I was under the
impression
that a mirror's job
is to truthfully reflect
all that it sees.
You know what?
Apparently,
your powers of perception
suck.

Even if, by some
extreme misfortune,
I am that that big,
that small,
that short,
and not too tall,
where is the rest
of me?

Why don't you show
who I am on the inside?
Why don't you show
the me I know and love?
No, you don't show my love,
my hate; instead you show
my goddamn weight.
You reveal nothing of
my thoughtfulness,
my loyalty,
my patience,
my sincerity....
the list goes on,
my friend,
but
you-
you show none of it.

Perhaps you're simply
pessimistic.
Fine.
Be that way.
But don't try to
put me down
in the process.

Do you sit up at night,
Awake, thinking
furiously
about how to
break me down
even further?
Well you know what,
mirror?
You
need to
get
a life!

I know you're busy,
always so busy,
and life seems to
keep you
pinned,
up against the wall,
but maybe
you should try
to get out more.
A fresh perspective
can do you wonders!

(Have you been
to the kitchen?
There's this fabulous
girl there-
her name's
Saucepan,
she's got these
great curves,
and she's got a really
shiny, bright
personality,
just like you!
I can try
to hook you two up,
if you like....
just a suggestion.)

I guess
what I'm trying to say
is that clearly,
you're having some
difficulties
of late.
I understand,
and I'm not
going to end
our relationship-
I think
that would be
bad
for both of us.

But, I really would
appreciate
it if you could
please
try to
ease up a bit,
and this lying thing...
it needs to end.
At least think
about it.

See you soon!!

Love,
Gracie

PS-
Let me know
about Saucepan
if you're interested!