lying reflection

I’m not what I see in front of me

A reflection that has gnarled before me

I count 21 freckles on my face

And my hair, it's a bad dream.

I’ve always been full figured

but I never liked what I saw

i say hello to another wrinkle

i see them more that a friend.

my eyes are blinded and weary

a chemical reaction, a non-stop metamorphism

I see what I am no more

So I shut my eyes and pretend blind.

i remember...

Staring straight into the sun

watching the rain drip from the roof.

Playing rubber band between two polls and

having the best time of my life.

Eating gum worth ten and

not being able to move my jaws,

blood oozing though and through

pretending while my parents screamed.

Being nearly bitten by a dozen dogs

Being amazed at the handkerchief rat

Being clueless in grammar class

and watching jelly fishes float by.

but these are fragments of dream

lock and trapped inside my head

confused and deceived I am

to the reflection I see before me.

from my anthology collection

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An Anthology of Poems