I have this mirror I love... it is always honest with me; Every evening I stand there with my black and white face, smooth and beautiful and with a bright smile I ask..
“Mirror Mirror, Am I a good person?”
”Yes my lady you are, you are still black and white” the mirror says.
There are some evenings I come home with a twinge of guilt for something I had did and I doubt myself. I still stand there staring at my black and white face and my bright smile and ask,
“Mirror Mirror, am I a good person?"
And the mirror would say,
"My lady you have made a mistake but you are still a good person, you are still black and white”
Once in a while I stare at myself and see cracks in the black and white and I panic, and I pray on ways to fix the cracks, I have become so good at it, a little make up here, a good deed there, a smile to a stranger, a confession of the truth, an apology here and before I know it the cracks disappear and my black and white face would be back to new and When I ask,
“Mirror Mirror am I a good person??”
The mirror would say,
"My lady you have made mistakes but you are still a good person, you are still black and white”
I walked to my mirror a today and stared at my reflection,
I cannot see the white,
I cannot see the black,
I cannot not see the face I love so much.
The cracks have taken over .
Mixing the black and the white
All I have left is grey........
So here I stand staring at myself terrified to ask..
“Mirror mirror...Am I a good person?”