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MIRROR, MIRROR
By Sister Siebra Muhammad
Mirror, mirror in my face
Who is the one that is ashamed
And disgraced?
Why, not the Creator
This is for sure
He is the Originator
Who truly is adored!
Yes, He is that indeed
Who all will bow before Him, on bending knees
Yet when I look into you, I am not pleased
So once again, I ask this question
Mirror, mirror in my face
Who is the one that is ashamed
And disgraced?
Well here goes your answer
You! When you do not Master!
When I do not Master
This you must explain
Okay, listen carefully
To your story I am about to unfold
You see it is the greatest story ever told
There once was a time when I was on a wall
And the question then was asked
Mirror, mirror on the wall who is the
Prettiest of them all?
Because I feared the consequences
Of telling you the truth
I lied and smiled
Leaving you in denial
Answering, time and time and time again
It is you; you are the prettiest and my closest friend
All along I secretly kept from showing you; your ugly within
Now due to the time and conditions
My position is no longer on the wall
You see I, because of lying to you have taken a fall
Now that you have picked me up to look within
I can show you, what lies really beneath your skin
Having no more fear, this mirror has been cleaned and renewed
I will now show you a hidden reflection that has been plaguing you!
There are two faces that look in this mirror
One distant and the other nearer
One is the true you and one is other than you
And that is the one, which makes you sad and blue
When you do not Master that
Which is other than self
Causes me to get the magnifier from off of the shelf
Showing you, the reflection of the other face
Using your ignorance as a nesting place
This face that you now see
Has robbed you of your true identity
Inherited by a defect that
Was not at all foreseen
What! say its not so
My god this is a devastating blow!
Oh, now you get it yeah
Get down right angry and mean
Listen up! You must go into battle
Your first fight is that in the unseen!
Prepare yourself for the fight of your life
You will need all of your strength and might!
For what is going to come from without of you
Is that, which has attached itself, bonded like crazy glue!
Now you are ready to know its name
That which has caused you plenty of shame
Who has also caused you to fall from grace
Here is the name of that face
Enemy, yes that is its name, Enemy--- In Me!
Awe that is the face, which lies inside and lies to me
How do I prepare myself to do away with thee?
Call it out and remove the blame now you have stepped up the game.
You also have an open enemy that you can see
It is the mirror model of the hidden enemy
Study it, for it is as wise as a serpent
But its venom is not as potent
As the enemy within!
I have an open enemy you say
You heard me, one you are tricked by everyday!
Wow! What is this open enemys name
One that has picked up its pace
It is none other than the white race!
I knew it! I knew it! Something just did not fit
I know just use them as practice and do the opposite
Whatever you hate about what you see in them
Is seven times worse in you --- Gods hem!
This enemy was here before God, doing nothing
Needing motion to affect something
This enemy, who was once Gods best friend
Got booted out of heaven now seeking revenge
Is named, Satan, now your hidden enemys best friend!
Mirror, I must say this is deep
Yes it is, this is why you were put to sleep
Now arise Gods mighty sheep!
I must get busy there is no time to waste
The sooner my self Mastery
The sooner I will taste sweet victory
Of defeating the enemy within
Using me against my will is surly a sin!
Mirror, mirror are you there?
Yes it is my turn to stare
I am trying to see you through the bright glare
From the peace, joy and happiness of the face wearing a big grin
Yes that is a smile from a victorious win!
Remember, you must continue to fight until the end
One tip to keep in mind check in the mirror from time to time
Check not only just the surface to see if its out of place
I know; I got it check within side of me to make sure its my true and not the other face
I see.
P.S. Me saying Truth is the beauty of my true identity and the essence of forgiveness.
Tuesday, August 24th 2010 at 11:12AM
Siebra Muhammad
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I wrote that poem in 2001 or 02. by the way...
Wednesday, August 25th 2010 at 10:34AM
Siebra Muhammad
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