A mirror is an emblem of
Moronicity and low esteem;
The solid prisoners look at
To solicit value and acceptance.
Literate to fleeting shadows
That distort shapes and sizes;
A broken record of false assurance
That forms lies with no persuasion.
To know self is not in ear’s angle
But in the philosophy of life;
The simple knowledge that
The eyes look but the brain sees.
Now close your eyes
And see your face for the first time;
It is in this that you establish
The first step to self-love.