Mirrored Image By Bredagh Wilson
I looked in my mirror today
To see if perhaps I had horns
Or maybe my nose had a ring on the end
Or my lips had a few little corns
But all I could see was the usual me
With a pimple or two on my cheek
Not quite the ogre I am made to feel
When I go for a job once a week
I was told if I gained a few ‘O’
Or an ‘A’ or two thrown in
I’d stand a good chance of a job
That’s all I needed to win
Make sure my hair wasn’t coloured
In a pink or a blue or a green
So that when I went for an interview
I’d show at least I was keen
Well, I tried to fit in with the flow
And abide by the rules that applied
But it seems that wherever I go
I’m viewed with a suspect eye
If I walk with my hands in my pockets
Or stand around passing the time
I’m sure to be quizzed by the coppers
Who think I’m a suspect in crime
I’ve tried to contain my frustration
When my patience gets pushed to the full
But my friends had a standing ovation
The day I’d forgotten the rules
Now my case at the courthouse is pending
For offending an officer of law
So this verse that I write I am sending
To those who have caused me to fall
I’m just a typical northern youth
With high hopes and dreams of life
But the line that divided deception with truth
Will stay with me the rest of my life
I’m not the delinquent you branded
Not the layabout to think me to be
But the deal in this life I’ve been handed
Was not what was promised to me
So today when I look in my mirror
I renew my old confidence in me
I will prove through all the destruction
What a youth of today can be
And when I reach the heights I aim for
I will turn all that is wrong into right
And we youth of the north will take over
And pledge you a future so bright
Gemma Hill Writeyou Writeme 