Mirror

I’m just a mirror for their fears
while they sing
and while they drink
I feel their pain
and I cry their tears

The young black kids play ball
as the others, in the back, shadow box arrogance

Me, I stand beside them all
playing ball and boxing afraid
I’m just a mirror for their fears
I feel their pain
and I cry their tears

She sits so delightful
even when she’s mad
She’s so shy to kiss me
just smiles and laughs

But when I speak about us
she never wants to hear
She’ll only cry through me
because I’m a reflection of her fears

2006

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