Author • Bianca Ihua

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Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who is the fairest of them all?
Obviously not me.
But who is the most tampered of them all?
Me.
Yeah, me.
I guess you see these things, mirror:
The way they reach for my boobs and butt,
Telling me they can take care of me and
Fund my needs.
But do they know how they disgust me
When they reach for my lips?
Staining them with their lethal saliva
Making me say "yes" when "no" is
Written all over my face.
Their arms like death traps
Fingers like arrows
Kisses like knives
Penetrating every part of my skin.
They say, "You are beautiful"
"You are everything I need in a woman"
But I'm only a drop in the ocean 
Lies!
Lies upon lies is what I'm being fed with.
It's funny how my soul abandons my body 
When it can no longer endure the torture.
Even if I'm being hushed so many times,
My eyes torment them.
Mirror, mirror on the wall
I guess you can call me the fiercest of them all.
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MIRROR, MIRROR ON THE WALL

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