Smashed Mirror

I never needed your approval to know that I am a King.

I don’t need lavish dress to impress, money, or any thing.

The world’s opinion is dust on a scale, one feather from off a wing.

I can’t look at me through your mirror for the rest of my life.

I refuse to conform to norms of a fictitious world,

Where those who swore to protect it, they, their integrity, hurled.

Where sensibility stops, instead insanity is unfurled.

I can’t keep cleaning your mirror for the rest of my life.

Look please! Before you grab hold the tail of the asp!  

And lovingly to your breast, the horrid creature, tightly clasp!

The third Fate it is; your line of life firmly in its grasp!

I must smash your mirror! Before it ends the rest of my life.

Dedric A. Adams