Sordid and filthy did they see me;
but a neat, elegant, exquisite
and smart me my mirror saw.
Wretched in squalor they said I was;
but a hopeful, secure, joyful and
well-polished me my mirror reflected.
Poor and deviant, to them, I looked;
but my prosperous destiny,
only my mirror could see.
And so, with genuine friends by my side,
who the best in me brought out,
my mirror’s version of me, I became.
My humble onsets I proudly embrace;
the needed tenacity and resolve
on the road to greatness
they ingrained in me.
My looking glass is not done yet
only a great future
of the blessed me
does it prophecy.
