Today I feel pretty
Maybe yesterday I did too
Am I pretty?
Maybe yesterday I asked too
I looked into my shattered mirror
Is it me? Yes a failure
Wht’s this? This pale face and young enigmatic smile
This old eyes with faded desire
I stared too longer I think m hallucinating
A young girl was sat at the corner
I looked behind me,she was staring
Her voice,i wasn’t hearing
I looked around and who’s this?
Who are you? I asked
Does it matter? So she added
The shattered mirror appeared
The young’s girl face disappeared
M still there looking into my reflection
Do I feel pretty?
Does it matter?
Yesterday ?
Maybe?
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- Comment from author about the poem: While I was thinking abt if “m pretty” the younger me came to my mind
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How much more important it is when young to feel pretty. Still important with age but not so much. Time erodes even pride. Loved the feel of this poem and the message sent. Very nicely done.
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Really liked this piece, made think of the sentence mirror mirror on the wall who is the fairest of them all, and very true, there are many faces of one thing. There are many faces and mask we humans wear. I enjoyed the read!
It’s rlly interesting to see how we all look at things differently, while writing this piece of poem I was thinking abt how happy the younger me was, n how unconscious she was abt “being pretty” dats why, maybe, it doesn’t even matter to be pretty cs at da young age I’ve never payed attention to it, so prob, as she said, maybe it doesn’t matter, neither today or yesterday.
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