Black Poetry : mirror. mirror

thespokesman

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Aug 5, 2003
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Mo. City Tx/ Houston
Occupation
Designer, student
Mirror, mirror, look at me

Look at me
Look at my face, first
My body last
You, replaceable, silver laced with glass
You can break
I can break too

I got dimples that resemble
My blackness
My temple
Facial bumps a symbol
To the toll on the mental
That I got into

Facial hairs flair
Some curl up and roll
And fold
Really wanted a body to hold
Sometimes they get cold
And forget to grow, some fall out like snow

My nose
Knows nothing
Like Pinocchio
It grows
Cuz I lie and I can’t trust my mos
Motives, I can’t write my own flows
Without guidance can’t even open doors

My eyes almost clowny, sad
Glad that I was fortunate to have dad
When someone taught me how to tie glad
Bags under them
They tired from everything they had
I rub them, cluttered with matters, I once had

My brain, escapes a subconscious
It’s got damage from punches
Like a boxer, focus on a small percentage
Of bunches
Smoke eats my cells like lunches
I try to reach out with schemes and lunges

My lungs……
Lung deadner
Wanna breath like hugh hefner
Forever
But eternity is a feather
It can fly away
And flow down sewers in stormy weather
Whateva stories the feather tells
In its letter
Is whateva

My mouth….
Well………well..well….uh…..uh…
 

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