My rights reflected

My rights

Are my mirror

They reflect me

They reflect how people think of me

The mirror is small

Just big enough to see my face

It has a copper rim

Like a lucky penny

But not as lucky

My mirror is shattered

Broken into many pieces

The edges are sharp

Mean

Cruel

My reflection spread across all of them

The copper rim

Is rusted

I can try to put it back together

But everytime

I get pricked

Everytime

I get stopped

I hope one day

My mirror will be one

My face will be seen

There will be no sharp edges

It will be whole

I hope one day 

My rights will be whole