Light and large,
they say.
What are you then?
Oh, waiting for them to holler?
Mirror Mirror,
Flesh and blood calling me light
gets me cranky.
Am I though?
Mirror Mirror
Gen X and Y
say I'll fly way with one blow.
Will I though?
Mirror Mirror
Newbie asks if my momma feeds me.
Do I look like that though?
Mirror Mirror,
Is this how it is
Till I depart?
Mirror Mirror,
Are you fed up?
So am I.
Mirror Mirror,
Oh poor Stevie
Look at you,
call me the self assured
cumbersome footprints.
Mirror Mirror,
And why I'm whispering all these to you?
Hoping you aren't them.
-MJ