Once upon a time,
A baby girl was born,
Covered in mirrors on her skin,
And everyone would scorn,

She wasn’t as stiff as,
A mirror from the west,
If you really knew her,
She’d always try her best,

Her skin was shattered on every side,
As shattered as her home,
Metaphorical or literally,
Inside Blue Trauma Dome,

She asked me “Why do they hate me,
What slur did I make them hear”,
I explained that it wasn’t her,
But the reflections that they fear,