Reflections

Drowsy eyed
I wake from bed
See myself
In the reflection,
Sad

Scared
I am of
Disheveled person
Staring back,
Frightening me.

Hey,
Come-on ma’am,
Get up ma’am,
Comb your hair,
Iron the crease,

I say
To the reflection
In the mirror
As I hold my cheeks,
Make me clean.

The reflection
Then smiles at me,
Neat and lean,
Out of dream
pretty

I look into
The looking glass,
I see my left as my right,
Reversed, inverted,
But it is ‘Me’