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Mirror, mirror on the wall

Who is the fairest among us all?

“Not you”, a voice boomed from above,

“It is your neighbour living next door.”

I was aghast, for wasn’t she an ugly bore?

Before I gave back at the mirror for betraying me so

I decked up, I knew where I had to go.

Ego edging me on,

I rushed in where fools fear to tread

It was going to be her or my head.

There she sat, leaning against the wall

her silhouette scary, almost making me fall.

Armed with all the available armoury in my closet

I tiptoed into her little dwelling

Dreaming cruelly of making her bruises a swelling.

She saw me enter, flashed a smile

that made me want to run away a mile,

But I lingered a little longer.

I had to achieve my goal.

Witch or vamp, I had to play my role.

I tried to offend but failed,

I was behind her and trailed

As she bent over and picked up all that I had dropped.

To make her feel low.

I pretended to make to the door.

‘No sit down, talk to me.’

‘It’s so nice to just be.’

What was she talking?

I wasn’t here to make her feel happy.

Why weren’t my responses appearing snappy?

Her heart was of gold

Here my evil thoughts were already sold

To the conception that I was fair and blue

So, I was superior due to my skin

While she looked more like a stinking dustbin!

She offered me biscuits and tea

Her kindness was all there to see.

She smiled even though I smirked.

Before her good natured behaviour

I looked the sinner and she the saviour!

Now, I know the mirror did not lie.

I was not the fairest, I did sigh.

Superficial beauty was what I had chased all along.

I had looked for the colour of the skin.

While she was shining from within.

I got up to go

Too ashamed to put up a mean show

My proud assertive ego lay badly bruised

As I realized that being fair was not all that mattered.

All these years I was only getting stupidly flattered!

Thank you mirror for letting me know

‘As you reap so shall you sow.’

Today, I am happy and cool.

For I know that beauty is the soul shining

Not an egoistic attitude whining!

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