Judging Mirrors: A Poem
Judging mirrors all around
like those in amusement parks
with grotesque images that astound
judging eyes giving us performance marks.
In each of them we are different and strange
and yet prone to trust them as being true
just as if it's all right for us to rearrange
who we are according to a given cue.
Ever since little and with mirrors all around
we hardly seem to know who we really are
before those eyes judge us pound by pound
like an item for sale on a mad man's bazaar.
So much time we spend appeasing those eyes
begging for approval, and hungry for their love
like some bunch of tame and spineless mice
scared of demons below and gods above.
Verdicts of our value sound loud like thunder
but we could make them all like clown's jest
as soon as we start to question and wonder
what would make us pass sovereignty test.