What She Says To The Mirrors Poem by Adeosun Olamide

Why mirror, I be made so in thy world
That breast firm here- is slack there
And wrinkles art- my silky face in thee?
Seems ye so- to reflect robes as rags
And lambs as foxes- thou art made o mirror
That even in thy gaze, god must seem devil
And never devil a god nor rags guise as robes
But only good to foul thou act-
That all does o mirror- is worse paint all
Yet false them- the paint trade that does
Aye ye contrive- of most spiteful spirit
False all- thy mockery trade that do
The skin radiant here- ye spare not
And make such beauty- unsightly bear
O mirror I linger gaze thy pieces form to beg
That why alter so- my comeliness
And bore in me- remembrance the disgust
That as walk from thee- the deceit gleams-
And art senses- so true- to birth a veil?
Yet so- I try to elude thy gaze- mocking mirror
But still you sneak firmness mine and lure me to-
Where eyes, nose, lips this- add flaw
And rape my mood- thy fetched ill
I linger again your gaze- o mirror to ask
Why I am made so in thy world
That cheeks here- chubby be- there
And curse too other eyes here
-To see me as thou reflect here