When I was in Kindergarten,
my teacher asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up
And i said,”Pretty.”
And the girl in the mirror shook her head.
When I was in sixth grade,
my father asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up
and I said, “Popular.”
And the girl in the mirror frowned.
When I was a mother,
my daughter asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up
and I said, “Perfect.”
And the girl in the mirror sighed.
One evening
when my looking glass bloomed full of silver haired wisdom
I caught that girl looking at me as I walked by
so I asked her, “What is it you want to be when you grow up?”
and she answered, “Myself.”
and then she smiled at
me
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