Lately I've been thinking that I'm more like the Evil Queen than Snow White.
I am not Wicked, nor am I a Queen-
I am a woman
a young woman
in a society that values my looks above all else.
When I look in the mirror, it speaks back to me
And it doesn't say what you would think.
"You look tired"
"Yes" I answer "I am busy. I work, I play, I love."
"And with that, I am content."
She nods, my mirror-
she is not what the world makes her out to be.
"There are lines on your face" She says.
"Yes" I answer "Those are from when I smile, and when I laugh."
"And for that, I am thankful"
She smiles, my mirror-
she is as misrepresented as I am.
"Your arms look big" She says.
"Yes" I answer "I am strong from lifting my loved ones up, from holding onto myself"
"And for that, I am proud"
She cries, my mirror-
she cries with me.
"We are happy" We say
"You are ready," she says,
"you don't need me"
I will miss her, my mirror-
Yes, I am more like the Evil Queen.
I am confident,
I know what I want;
I am cunning
I am complex
My flaws are Flawless.