Mirror Mirror
I'm stranded
I don't know when I'm getting home
But I know I have my mirror
My mirror to hold close to my home
So now my home is my face
And my face is around as a kids bouncy ball and as smooth as baby's bottom
So now this is exactly why my mirror is important
I like to look at myself and say "girl you're beautiful" as beautiful as you can be
And if I don’t hear it from nobody else since I'm stranded on this island
My mirror will help me see
So now you see why my mirror is important to me I have my mirror for the rest of my life to see this beauty that’s glowing from me
This poem is about:
Me
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