Mirror On The Wall
I look on the mirror
And I see a shiny face
Smiling at me.
Dropping down the pillar
My eyes are rushing down in a race
Like a river flowing in the sea
How are you vanilla?
Fine I guess
You are saying what I'm saying so we both agree
I turn my face to look like a drug dealer
But he seems to be upset at this case
So I tell him it was just a joke and he as well tells me
I tell him that he is me
And he tells me I'm him
What a crazy friend I have
Who does what I do.
poem by Walani Ndhlovu
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