WHOSE REFLECTION IS ON THE MIRROR?
WHOSE REFLECTION IS ON THE MIRROR? My thoughts are grinded in the depths of my imagination. Saddled with brimming and overwhelming scary complications Maybe I should crack and then I take a break? Or I just brace myself up and face issues head-on without brakes! A father takes away the sexual innocence of his daughter-that’s Cranky! A mother pressurizes her child to immoral insolence-that’s tacky! Who is a saint and who is a sinner? is a question we are faced with daily. The answers to this we are willing to provide consciously or not rarely. *Sometime I try to look at the rhythm in rhymes and times *But the truth is we can only see it after repentance to crimes Who is the criminal? Knowing well we live in a whole of contradictions. Saints could as well be the sinners and the Sinner the saints-indignation. We live in a world where the truth is distorted and purpose misconstrued. We can longer differentiate what and who is right, rather we are confused. You look at the mirror but can’t