mirror mirror you’ve been playing tricks on me trying to convince me that the body that stands before you is mine that i’m supposed to have so much testosterone in these veins that my hips are meant to be square instead of round that i’m meant to have pecs instead of breasts fooling me into believing that i am not the woman i feel inside mirror mirror tell me how this fairytale went wrong how i could play with barbies only to grow up to be ken stealing my big sisters clothes scarred by a childhood of Disney movies watching mermaids granted human legs mice magicked into men only to learn that little boys don’t wake up as little girls no matter how much they pray or wish upon twinkling stars where did my magic go? my big tall wish? my pixie dust? i don’t want to fly i just want to be who I feel inside but my glass slippers have turned to cement this 6’2” frame like a prison; a tower of flesh that my hair will never grow long enough to escape mirror, mirror you’ve been s...