Mirror Poem by Raynolds Moseamedi

Mirror



I stare, you look
I steal, you're a crook
Cut my face with perception
I give yours a proper reception
I cry, you look down
I stand king, you have my crown
Strangers in a room
Me and you traped in a vacuum
I hurt myself more
between I and you who always gets sore? .

Wednesday, April 4, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: pain
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Raynolds Moseamedi

Raynolds Moseamedi

South Africa, Pretoria
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