The Magic Mirror

Mirror … mirror on the wall,

Who’s the fairest fair of all?

Mirror … mirror on the wall,

Who’s the smartest head of all?

Mirror … mirror on the wall,

Who’s that girl standing tall?

Mirror … mirror on the wall,

Who's to hold me when I fall?

Mirror … mirror on the wall,

Why are you not answering my call?

Oh mirror ...

The lines and the scars you do not hide

My scattered thoughts you would not guide

Me myself and I; the gap so wide

Oh mirror; you make me look inside

You show me a girl against the tide

By the rules she would not abide

Within your frame, a caged spirit am I?

By your name, what voice have I?

Oh mirror … can you hear me?

My mirror is deceiving me!

I will show you my smile ... will you let me?

A star in my eyes ... will you get me?

I will show you a happy face ... please let me

A shelter from myself ... please get me

Mirror … mirror on the wall,

Do not show me her face;

I have killed her and left no trace.

Mirror … mirror on the wall,

She shall never stutter;

With a new voice, words she will utter.

Mirror … mirror on the wall,

Her fear you shall never show;

Fearless she is to know.

Mirror ... mirror on the wall,

Do not point at her scars;

It hurts ... not her scars.

Oh mirror ...

There is no Santa but tell her not

Dreams are dreams but wake her not

She will give in ... tell her not to

She will give up ... tell her not to

Cruel mirror ...

Why show me a figure so broken?

Why tell me words unspoken?

My mirror ...
Every time I at look you

I miss a line in her face.

Every time I come to you

A part of her I erase.

Every time I need you

I abandon her grace.

So my mirror ..

Where is the little fat girl that you used to show me?

Where are the frightened eyes that used to look at me?

Is she still hiding her smile with her hand?

Is she still looking for a magic wand?

You loved her not

You loved me a lot

Mirror … mirror on the wall,

What have I done?

Mirror … mirror on the wall,

Where has she gone?

Mirror … mirror on the wall,

Which way do I run?

Yes mirror ...

How I wish I could give you my back

and never look at you again.

How I wish I could leave you on a rack

and never fall for your tricks again.

Oh mirror ... Why can’t you lie?

Why don’t you tell me that I am the fairest fair of all?

Why don’t you tell me that I am the smartest head of all?
Why don’t you let me stand proud and tall?
Will you at least be there when I fall?
Oh … Mirror … mirror on the wall …
Why are you not answering my call?

The Funfair

My laughter and giggles filled the air
as you walked me to the fair.
I was again a little girl of five;
I was so alive.

My pink ballerina shoes I wore
for I feared falling no more.
To the carousel we walked
and about all the games we talked.

The merry-go-round song played
and to the tunes I swayed.
A black stallion I mounted;
up and down I counted.

In the air my hands I threw
in my heart your love grew.
To the rollercoaster we went
next to one another we laid spent.

You bought me ice cream on a cone;
its chocolate flavor made me moan.
You painted kittens on my face,
and gave me mittens made of lace.

In the mirror maze we set foot
hand in hand we stood.
What I saw was never so true;
I saw the girl that I once knew.

In front of the fortuneteller our eyes met.
“Will it last?” I asked fearing regret.
“Carpe Diem” were the two words she uttered.
“I love you” in a low voice you stuttered.

Between a silent breeze and tunes so fine,
in the horizon a dolphin did shine.
In my heart and out he jumped;
our bodies gently bumped.

I am the ocean! The high waves I create.
I am a wave! In the ocean I propagate.
In a chocolate factory the little girl stood.
The delightful chocolate tasted so good.

Oh God!

Nothing

Deep into your beautiful eyes I look;
I see nothing.
Between your poised words I listen;
I hear nothing.
Through your sculptured face I gaze;
There is nothing.

You look at my defeated face;
You see nothing.
You hear my hollow words;
You say nothing.
You reach out to me;
But alas! You mean nothing.

Like a big transparent ball,
You are made of nothing.
Like a wooden plaque on a wall,
You reflect nothing.
Like a Greek statue in my hall,
You feel nothing.

In the circle of nothingness we met,
Talked for hours about nothing I bet,
Have I not told you? Nothing will nothing beget.

Yours truly,
Marwa Rakha