Life

She faces the mirror A peculiar type of glass that supposedly echoes what it sees Every detail of the her reflection presented with raw accuracy So bluntly honest God spent too much time on this masterpiece He went through too much trouble Dotting each blemish with supreme precision Axing away every glamorous curve To leave her with the striking hips of a ten-year-old boy She slides her hands down the sides of her body Her two hands stray so distant from each other One could surely write the two their own tragic love story Nevertheless, she secures the last pearl button on her favourite blouse It makes her waist appear suspiciously slim Ha! Take that rib fat She drops her eyes To look at the piles of paper left on her desk Each printed slice of tree Born to be stained with black ink To only return with a stamp of judgment On its value of ink-stainness She wonders how people do it How people are able to read a thick compact collection of ingenious thoughts and facts And remember every damned idea All to correctly blot out the bubbles that test our very intelligence Blame the brain made out of lettuce That contains an intricate web of vegetable fibres - that forget one too many times - How to transmit the most important vegetable signals Needed to attain the most pleasant vegetable life... Quickly, she organizes her collection of swaggerous knowledge into her pink binder Everything’s set to go Dragging one heavy foot in front of the other She lets her apartment door squeak shut behind her And a sigh of relief follows as she checks her watch She won’t be late for class today - phew A tingle of joy dances by the corner of her lips With looks comparable to an elementary boy and grades on edge as a K-drama ending scene She’s yet to find out what makes life worth living But because today, she made it out on time She puts on her earphones Begins her favourite track And happily heads out To start one more humorous day