My Pathetic Reflection
I wrote this poem a year ago for a Spanish class. The premise was that we were looking at ourselves in the mirror, holding a conversation with our own reflections. What did we see? Did we like it?
It doesn’t have the same rhythm in the English version, but the feelings seem so much starker. More real. It’s kind of hard for me to read.
I probably should have listened to my own poetic thoughts a year ago. They predicted everything that has happened this past month.
My life is rearranged, and I’m glad I finally had the balls to do what my heart had been telling me to do for a long time.
Hope you enjoy
– ashley christiano
What purpose does it serve, I’d like to know, putting on make up,
Brushing your hair, dressing in expensive and sexy clothing?
You have a boyfriend, slut,
You don’t need to try so hard now.
Why do you try and attract men,
Acting like a single girl, flirting
With whatever man is around you, insecure woman,
When you always go home with the same one?
You need to accept your life,
Or, if not, change it. Now.
What are you going to do when you’re 30 years old,
Flirting with young men,
But returning home with your husband?
You have a very sad future, my pathetic twin,
And I don’t want a part in it any longer.
Don’t look at me like that!
It’s my life, and you aren’t going to be a part of it any longer.