I am writing a poetry series called ‘mirror monologues about those intimate and private thoughts and conversations you have with yourself.
I would value your feedback and insight…watch out for a video performance of the entire mirror monologues coming soon…
This poem is called beauty and the beast:
Sometimes I look in the mirror and I’m pretty; I’m happy with what I see.
Taking in the gem before me I serenade myself with my eyes and breathtakingly sign
Oh my, oh my – best believe I am too fine.
I blink and with the bat of an eye the vision before me brings such a surprise
Heartbreaking – I cry
This beast with two eyes stares back at me.
How is it in a split second, the second splits and all at once I am faced with such a contradiction?
My mind splits and all at once beauty and the beast stand before me.
They say the mind’s amazing and it is an amazing that I am for and against myself all at once – I don’t know.
I want to embrace myself – just as I am.
I say – just as I am – take me, just as I am.
Yet behind the bravado I won’t take myself, can’t take it.
I fight the frailty, a fragile ego set soft upon two sassy legs – open or shut I don’t know.
I fight to keep them closed as I walk, strut, stroll around the globe firing my mouth off on twitter.