Funhouse Mirror

The lens of her minds eye is tinted  

And blurred and cracked and smudged

She sees herself through squinted lids
In a mirror made for the judged
 
Her self loathing is invincible,
Save for hate's Achilles heel
She is searching for that hero
The savior whose been eager to reveal
 
"You are wonderful" He tells her
"And I've been waiting for this day
To wipe your tears and lift your head
Then show you my favorite way"
 
 
He cleaned away her cowardice
And reminded her stay strong 
Whispered to her heart of hearts
"I'm always here, and you'll always belong"
 
This poem is about: 
My community

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