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No Woman's Friend

a mirror
I've heard
is no woman's friend
especially not in a small room where there's
much room for comparing

comparing is a poor habit
one that one ought never begin
and soon becomes apparent
is a necessity to break

the whole world compares
and often come up wanting
to be more
men mostly do this

comparing is the progenitor of
all competition
it creates pandemics of ugliness:
envy, bullying, disputes, wars

women reluctantly enter this parlor game
and when they do
fully aware of its complications
and pitfalls

its a game of cards
where guile and deceit reign
in torrents
and errors

some seem to be winners
while others don't quite have the cards
some never show their hand
keeping them hidden

there's no need to bluff
I'm who I am
and mirrors reflect what the seer sees
there's always some distortion
inner love,
outer vanity

the mirror isn't a woman's friend
when she leaves it up to others
and plays at the parlor game of comparison

these are not games
about who we are

its better to just breathe
and let live

breaking the mirror
might bring you luck,

unending bliss

(in truth
Alice was no great friend of mirrors
she was, in fact
disposed only
to make good use of them...
dear Alice,
clever girl...)

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