Mirror

I’m not unclean, but I ain’t pure either.

Smeared my lipstick and broke the mirror.

I’ve been too low not to know the soil

and I’ve breathed the fresh air of purity.

My thighs touch enough for a thunderclap

I’m a lady, but I’ve used them to my advantage

No mask covering my soul in face paint

Oddity is beautiful, and you ain’t.

I dance like nobody's watching, with an audience

But others try to tap into my conscious

They say, Why can’t you be better at 1, 2, or 3?

And when I accomplish it where will you be?

Still a breath of hope in a dead body?

When awakened what am I supposed to see?

The lady, the professional, the worshiper, the freak.

Tainted lips don't mean a tainted heart

actions are the living philosophy.

I’m ashamed of the shadow I use to be.

Blending in enough to stay undercover,

standing out enough to do my soul justice.

When you look in the mirror what do you see?

The lie, their reflection of you,

or the truth of who you are and want to be?

I’m not pure, but I am not unclean

I’m not pure, but I am not unclean

I’m not pure, but I am not unclean

Your eyes are your mirror be

what your soul is reflecting.