I am the mirror
They hate my personality
My skin, my hair, my body
America says I have to be pretty
I have to get perfect grades
That when I look in the mirror
I have to hate what I see
But I try to turn away
To fight for the people
To worry about what matters
America pushes my head back
And I stare at my reflection
Because who cares about the women
The children, the men who aren’t allowed to
Come here.
Because who cares about the earth,
The only place we have to live
Because who cares about the people
who just want to love
Who are forced to hide who they are
For the sake of your comfort.
They say I’m the mirror
That’s all I’ll ever be
No matter how hard I try to look away
They shove me back
But America
I will see past my own reflection
I will see the blood
I will fight for my people
I will be powerful
I will be beautiful
Because I am not your mirror.
Grade: 10
Chevy Chase
Washington, DC
Philip Pullman
To be a writer and animal rights activist. My dream for the world is peace.
My mom