It is not an egregious act.
I am just taller than most.
Forever, looking over the tops of heads.
Now, that I am older…
I chew less on the lies fed.
A straight diet of bigger, bulkier, not better.
‘You could look nicer. Why don’t you try a prettier shade of blue?
All these questions about…girls…! Well, they’ll put an end to that in parochial school.’
‘You could be so pretty…’
Plastic confessions by society’s tools.
Occasionally, yesterday’s key opens today’s door.
A quick glance in the mirror.
A glance into the past.
A glance at age…reflected in the glass.
Father Time had once delivered me to my own evil.
As I wipe away the steamy debris, I see a woman made image.
So, I forge ahead.
Turning a blind eye to man-made deceit.
Note to self, there is nothing strange in the mirror.
IT is just me.
Note to self, there is nothing different in the mirror…
IT is me.
