Multitudes
You Do Not See
With a sigh I slice your apple
exuding tradwife, docilely serving, lunch packing
inwardly seething; I grapple
with the me
you do not see
Maintaining my stealth is nerve-wracking.
*
There's a man in the mirror
sang Jackson, facing that is the beginning of change
I'm your mirror; you know my veneer
-not the me
you do not see-
I'm carefully polished; mirroring no longer strange.
*
Reflection wavers, threatens the great seal
True Self, Girl, Wife, Mother, Lover, impatience queued
Hurry! Mirror in place! Your Expectation again shines Real
not the ME
you do not see
Knife in hand, behind the mirror I am Multitude.
About the Creator
Judey Kalchik
It's my time to find and use my voice.
Poetry, short stories, memories, and a lot of things I think and wish I'd known a long time ago.
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