Fair Play Poem by Benjamin Zephaniah

mirrors reflect what we do backwards- -twice the boys have thrown a ball through the window now they think they're not being done right by because the owner of the window has kept both balls instead of giving one back- -isn't that true? we all see ourselves as the ill-used one

roses are red, violets are blue, this poem is trash, so is your hairline too! (͡ ͡° ͜つ ͡͡°)

A poem of great depth. Powerful and thought provoking.

When my son was about two years old, I showed him my reflection in the mirror and said your real Mother is there.She has gone inside and I am the Mirror Mother. He believed and became afraid to come near me.It took me a while to convince him that I am his real mother.

A lovely piece of writing! A mirror gives an illusion that seems so real! Unless one understands what a mirror is, he may believe in that illusion.

Really I enjoyed this poem 10+++++++