Looking Glass

Looking Glass

A Poem by Kianna L. Bearden
"

I like mirrors, don't I? Or,rather, I hate them. I don't know, it's late.

"
Looking Glass, upon the wall
Who is the most beautiful one of us all?

Is it the porcelain doll?
With her body of glass?
With her thin lips and empty eyes
Her poses determined by people with masks
Who feed her silver lies
From a spoon of brass?

The girl with the red ropes
laid heavily on her skin?
Who's only comfort are the whispers
hissing that her shining metallic savior
Is the only way
to deal with her hidden pain?

Or the one hidden in a corner,
Her outlines fading
Against a sea of judgement
towards her individuality
with her future, grey
In a world of black and white?

Is it the outspoken mouthpiece?
Who uses pretty words
and loud tones
to hide her insecurity 
behind a rotten mask of purity?

What about the downtrodden menace
Who has dealt with too much 
Seeing nothing but an angry crimson
wilting people with a simple touch
of a personality brazen 
by betrayal and loss?

The powdery victim, with her watery smile?
Her eyes betraying fear
Her tears betraying complicated love
as the running powder reveals
the black and blue stains
of pain?

Looking Glass, upon the wall
Who is the most beautiful one of us all?

For I see no clear winner
In your deep, opaque depths
Perhaps
There is no victor

For in this utterly useless race
Wouldn't beauty come
from a much more intriguing place
than the conjuration of vanity
of the body or face?

Yes, it would
And it does
Alas
here is a simple truth 
in the reflection
of a simple looking glass.

© 2014 Kianna L. Bearden


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Added on October 27, 2014
Last Updated on November 5, 2014
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Kianna L. Bearden
Kianna L. Bearden

Goldsboro, NC



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