Funhouse
As I walk through the funhouse my image changes
In the first mirror I see myself with pigtails and curls
Corduroy overalls that become my uniform
My space suit
My Olympian outfit
My zoo keeper’s khaki
My artist smock, stained with the changing colors of “when I grow up…”
The next mirror stretches me taller and wider
Lipglossed clown mouths taunt me
You’re a smart-ass
You’re fat
You’re a teacher’s pet
You’re nobody, and the words brand me with tattoos of “I’m not good enough”
Crack...
A new mirror warps curves into my body
Slacked jaws and wide eyes become my worth
You’re so hot
You’re such a tease
You’re mine
You’re sexy, and you should you should you should you should you should
Crack…
Crack...
This mirror is empty
I fill it with me and I see myself finally
I am not the names that bullies launched at me
I am good enough
Crack!
I am not the object begging to be touched by hungry dirty fingers
I most certainly will not will not will not will not will not
CRACK!
I am an astronaut
I am an Olympian
I am a zookeeper
I am an artist, a poet, a warrior, a traveler, myself
I walk out of the funhouse, slam the door
Every mirror shatters except for the last
Cracking popping bursting tinkling shattering
The sound of glass on the floor
And fireworks