why does the mirror laugh at me?
sweetly, mockingly, at the girl peering curiously into it
always the silvery surface laughs
like aphrodite, that I am not beautiful
like athena, that I am not strong
like artemis, that I am not pure
like demeter, that I am not pious
like hestia, that I am not powerful
my face is their own, and they are laughing, cannot stop themselves
at how the beauty I feel inside so strongly
will never be reflected in any mirror