The mirror gives me a chance, to see how I look.  It shows me if I'm honest, or a no good crook.
The mirror gives me a chance, to make sure everything is in place.  Because of being born in a particular family, I can check out my race.
The mirror gives me a chance, to improve imperfections  I see.  This will allow me to be comfortable, in just being me.
The mirror gives me a chance, not to observe others around.  It gives me an opportunity to see me, making the decision, to add on, or to take something down.
The mirror gives me a chance, to correct what is not right.  I can only see this, as I turn on the light.
By, Author & Poet, Sandra Juanita Nailing