Looking at my mirror, I see my cracked reflection and I wonder is that how you see me A broken view that, no matter how much you try to fix, the crack is always there Am I the ashes of the vision you had of me, burned to a crisp by the revelation of who and what I truly am Am I the paper crumpled by the truth and even if we work to smooth it out, it will always remain creased I know I’m not what you hoped I’d be But you treat me like a stain in the collar of your white shirt A shame that won’t come off no matter how hard to wash it You refuse to see that I could be more Everything that was is wiped away Everything that could have been is an idea in decay Everything that is has gotten messy and muddy I fear what will be will turn drastic and bloody Look me in the eye and see that nothing’s changed My revelations shouldn’t bring the end of days Who I am is who I was and it’ll be who I’ll always be See me as the person I was, that will always be me It’s a different perspective but I’m still the same What and who I am is nothing that should be tamed Hear me telling you that nothing’s changed The only true threat here is your unwarranted rage -Olwethu Mzileni
Wonderful poem!
Thank you. As I consider myself an amateur, that means a lot.