Darling
Darling,
If you look at yourself
In the mirror for long enough,
You are sure to cry.
If you look for
A breath
Too
Long
The woman standing before you
Will grow grossly unfamiliar,
And a
Little bit dead,
As if someone had the nerve to kill her.
Darling,
The woman who cowers behind
The walls of the mirror
Is a phantom.
She's a dirty woman.
The freckles that bank the bags under her eyes
Might as well be dirt to you--
As if someone threw her in the mud.
Darling,
When you see her
You won't like her.
She's below you
And your standards of
Perfection and balance.
She lays low
Until you look at her for
Too
Long.
Darling,
The woman who lurks behind the mirror
Is scared of you.
She knows she is not enough for you;
She knows she never will be.
So she grows cold and ghastly, in fear you will look
at her
For
Too
Long,
And kill her
...
Again.
Darling,
She aches
For your love
But you cry when you look at her.
Because to you she is dirty and dead--
But to her-- she is
you.
Darling,
It's not worth
Putting her down,
Away,
Or under your toes.
Look into the mirror and see
Love,
and freckled beauty stars--
And maybe the woman behind the mirror
Won't be so ghostly.
Darling,
If you look at yourself
In the mirror for long enough,
You are sure to cry.
But your tears could be from fear and hierarchy
Or from love, awe-- and beauty
It's up to you.
Sob out of beauty
And from the stars
Next time,
My darling--
And make the world rain.
Michaela Garrahan '26 participates around CB East in extracurricular activities such as Flag Football, Key Club, See Green; and is a member of Student Council. However, she has always possessed an affinity for poetry and literature, and continues to write pieces whenever she can!