Hallo Beautiful The Mirror Says Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

You look at the back and the front,
The mirror smiles and you are serious,
Your thoughts are thinking of those who will look,
And disapprove of what you are,
But you do not affirm this glow,
That the mirror smiles back at you with
Even as you put on the light.

Hallow beautiful the mirror says,
You go and change and not answer,
For this dress and this coat and tie,
Do not look good to you.

The mirror is not talking to the tie,
It is not talking to the colors of clothes,
It is not worried if they match,
It just loves the thing unseen,
That it is greeting while you turn,
Trying to impress it with trivialities,
That you bought at the thrift store,
And will never take beyond the grave.

Listen to the mirror with the shadow,
Of the unseen things that talks,
And tells you to stop and think deep,
For in you is a lover of love,
And a hater of hate,
That turns in front of mirrors,
Having forgotten all its truths.

Next time let the guts churn it out,
Let the cherub play the chess game,
It is written on the mirrors around,
Where you look at yourself all alone,
The way you do in your own bed room,
And let alone what you do in bathrooms,
For it is here that the soul sings to you.

Even if we can tell lies on these pages,
And talk to the world for it loves to hear,
Talk of love and nothing else,
For all cowards run away like me and you, ,
And end up tired for they never listened,
To all this talk that was yelled out in images,
Of a you and me that never tires,
Of looking at ourselves no matter where we are,
And then rejecting the truths we search,
For we do not know what they look like,
When the mirror greets us with greetings,
Like, 'Hallow Beautiful.'

I have never heard a mirror say,
Hallow tie, what color you are,
Or say with disdain the name of the one,
Who stands before it searching alone,
What it is they are taking to the world,
That gives back to us with no shame,
When it looks as us like the mirror,
Whose blessed sighs we ignore always.