Raw Poetry by Rev. Shakes Spear
My Ugly Mirror
If I could trade my vanity
for just a quarter-cup of sanity
(and a tiny teaspoon of some sugar on the side)
I would stop looking at mirrors
(and reflecting on my fears), I’d gather up my tears,
dump the spoon and down it all
with a heaping scoop of vicious pride.
But, alas, that wretched glass keeps drawing me,
“Come explore the lies...
I’ll show you unholy ghosts and phantoms cloaked
in masks fashioned by your pride."
“Ah, look how big and strong you are!
So rugged, rich, and handsome!
You wear it so well, it’s hard to tell
if you’re the Man, the Mask, or Phantom."
“Either way, that fine disguise fits you to a ’T.’
As long as it distracts you from the matter of the fact you
are so much more than a mirror could ever see.”
10-19-24