Broken Mirror

Many times I see fear

For those around me it is clear

Boots, jeans, and cowboy hats don't belong here

Yet, I stand perfect my broken mirror

Strong eye makeup symbolizes my strength, but it does appear...

I still don't seem flawless withot a broken mirror.

I've been happy, I've been heartbroken, and even filled with fear,

Why can't they see I'm a woman, a person, a soul-filled creature?

They ignore, scoff, laugh, torture

but they can't see what I see in my mirror.

I can see them, as well as myself the image is dear.

You see, we are all beautifully broken, flawlessly here.

The you and us becomes we're in my broken mirror.

 

 

 

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