Is that really my reflection that I see?
Or is it who you think I should be?
A broken mirror that reflects no light
turns a beautiful day into the darkest night.
So when you get the urge to judge me,
consider the stone you’re throwing.
It may very well ricochet
and extinguish the light God is sowing
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Serendipitous Purlieus – a diary of poetry and prose by Nancy J. Walker