July 16, 2015 by Rosemerry
she likes to sashay
for the mirror—
already her eyes see
her self as if they belong
to someone else
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged growing up, poem, poetry, self-perception | 1 Comment
“Sashay” is such a fine word for childhood, the mirror, the to-be-explored ego. It hints of both sass and play. “At Seven” explains it all.
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“Sashay” is such a fine word for childhood, the mirror, the to-be-explored ego. It hints of both sass and play. “At Seven” explains it all.