Mirror

Mirror, Mirror, on the wall:

Who's the most imperfect of them all?

With a face that's fair, a face that's marked,

and a body blanketed in tiny scars-

Mirror, Mirror, on the wall:

Who's the most imperfect of them all?

With skin not quite as white as snow,

every bump and bruise has a place to show.

Ribbons of dashes still cross my arm,

stories of villains and stories of harm.

I am no fairy tale, I am no one's dream;

I am no more fair than the Evil Queen.

As red as rose my lips are not

without the color which I have bought.

Blush and shadows can one prince deceive

when he decides what he chooses to believe.

Dyes and colours must paint myself and my face

to befit a princess of pure beauty and grace.

Ebony, I suppose, compares to my hair,

although much more even and much less fair.

My locks knot and tangle and split at the ends

which makes elastic snap and combs bend.

I'm not much of a princess, and it will show without fail

until a villain comes along to end my tale.

Mirror, Mirror, on the wall:

Who's the most imperfect of them all?

With a face that's fair, a dace that's marked,

and a body blanketed in tiny scars-

Mirror, Mirror, on the wall:

Who's the most imperfect of them all?

Reviews

[Brittany Bostic]

I really liked the repetition that began and ended the journey of the poem, I also think this is a very true poem for many girls.

[Robert]

It has a wonderful flow to it but a lot of pain and sorrow shown in it also.

[AaronFreitas]

I enjoyed your creativity in this write and the way you took this popular fairy tale and made it your own. Nice work :)

[Saddam]

I am no fairy tale, I am no one's dream;
I am no more fair than the Evil Queen.

Rhythmic tale.
Fantastic write dear. Every one is princess for anyone.

[jdtunafish3175]

I absolutely love the rhythm and rhyme in this, it's beautiful! In addition to that, the introspective cynicism of one's self is really morbidly beautiful. I love it!

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the poem. I liked how you twisted the story. The use of the good description create visions and thoughts. No weakness in this outstanding poem. You made the words dance.
Coyote