Mirror, Mirror on the wall,
Who's the fairest of them all?

Not you.

I frown and reach for my drawer,
And draw a line of kohl on my eye.

Mirror, Mirror on the wall,
Who's the fairest of them all?

Not you.

I frown and conceal my imperfections,
and colour my pale lips bright red.

Mirror, Mirror on the wall,
Who's the fairest of them all?

Not you.

I frown and curl my eyelashes,
And my pin-straight brown hair.

Mirror, Mirror on the wall,
Who's the fairest of them all?

Not you.

I frown.

My husband laughs and shakes his head,
Walks towards me with a wet tissue.

Wipes away all my fabricated art,
Plants a kiss on my troubled forehead.

He looks me straight in the eye,
Demanding the same from me.

"Ask me now."

Mirror, Mirror of thy eye,
Who's the fairest of them all?

"Only you."

Smiles at me and looks in my eyes,
And he speaks the known reality,

"Don't ask the mirror that people create,
Distortion of truth and beautification of lies.

My eyes are the mirror to your soul,
Innocent, pure and vibrant. Fairest, even."

I smile, blush and shatter the mirror,
and close my eyes to the society.

Because my mirror is staring back at me.
He is my reflection, not you.

Mirror, Mirror on the wall,
Who's the most human of them all?

Don't bother, It is me.