For Once...

 

 

She stared at an image

not entirely by her will

everything about which had her

stop still

 

She hesitated to stay 

but wouldn't leave just yet

not before

her eyes made her palms wet 

 

She held the image and wiped it clean

then declared it was the 

ugliest she had seen 

for its features lacked intellect and wit

she added, black color would seem fairer than it

 

Its teeth were all crooked and nose so big

and hair so curly like one nightmare of a wig 

She suddenly fell down like it was too much to take 

the burden of looking good for society's sake 

 

She lifted that image once again 

it was trapped in a mirror, but felt her pain 

 

They were all so heartless 

who convinced her she was worthless

it is such a pity

she was labelled 'dumb' instead of 'witty'

and ugly when she couldn't have been more pretty

 

And here she was,

looking at the mirror with hatred in her eyes

she could be cured, despite the lies 

and wouldn't have to suffer for months,

if only the mirror loved her again, for once...