Self Assessment

Self Assessment

A Poem by Constance
"

We learn as we grow.

"

Golden curls framed a chubby face

A crooked smile and blemishes

Marring her skin- a lack of grace

The girl  within the mirror thought

If only I were thinner, I'd be someone

If I were thin, but I am not

 

Ironed sheets like a yellow rose

Defined cheeks, beautiful complexion

Not one flaw except her nose

The lady in the mirror thought

If only it were smaller, I'd be someone

If it were smaller, but it is not

 

Waves of white and silver bright

Wrinkled eyes, darkening agespots

I think I have done something right

The woman in the mirror thought

I am old, but know I'm someone

I thought me ugly, but I am not

 

 

 

 

 

© 2008 Constance


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aw... what a great piece here. what wonderful sentiments.

how often do we waste our time... our souls... checking and bemoaning our flaws? this really made me stop for a second and realize how beautiful i am... especially if i could only stop focusing on all the ways i am not.

liked the rhyme scheme as well, and the three verses works out nicely.
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aw... what a great piece here. what wonderful sentiments.

how often do we waste our time... our souls... checking and bemoaning our flaws? this really made me stop for a second and realize how beautiful i am... especially if i could only stop focusing on all the ways i am not.

liked the rhyme scheme as well, and the three verses works out nicely.
hugs


Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Constance
Constance

A Small Town in, KS



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I write about my past, my own real experiences. Even my poetry is inspired by my life. I was, I suppose, born writing, making up stories and rhymes from about when I started to speak, but had to wait .. more..

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