Mirror, Who Am I Poem by Vera Sidhwa

<She went to this place, and there stood three mirrors,
And all three were of the same large silvery size.
So then Tara looked into the first mirror,
And looked and asked,
What do I look like to people,
What do I look like I am?
And the first mirror reflected saying
You're fat with lumps on your nose,
With a fat face not even like a rose.
And Tara, tunring red smashed the first mirror with her boot.

Now she moved in a rage like a lion in a trap.
Now knowing what next to do.
But there was something.
So then Tara looked into the second mirror,
And looked and asked,
What do I look like to people,
What do I look like I am?
And the second mirror reflected, saying
You're bony like a toothpick,
With no beauty like a dried-up twig.
And Tara turning red smashed the second mirrrow with her boot.

Not knowing what to do but running around wild,
She knew her last chance, awaited her now.
So then Tara looked into the third mirror,
And looked and asked,
What do I look like to people,
What do I look like I am?
And the third mirror reflected saysing
You're pretty and look like a flower in spring,
So delicate and fragrant and blossoming.
And Tara turning red smashed the third mirror
With a kick, screaming 'Liar, Liar, Liar.'