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Adriana Hernandez Diaz Poem
My head has always been made of glass,
and inside it lives a faint idea of who I am.
She used to be a silhouette,
but even then she wasn’t very defined.
In eighth grade, I believed that she lived in the shadows,
because showing herself felt heavier
than living in the trenches of our own mind.
In a way, she was right.
I was told that the time would come when I’d figure out who I was—
but what use is saying “everything happens for a reason”
if it only makes me sad?
I started to write in my mirror:
words like “I’m funny, I’m thoughtful, and I’m kind.”
And I waited for a big moment,
when I’d realize that I was right.
Then came social media.
It made me feel like people could look into my seemingly see-through mind through a cracked lens and endless filters.
I thought maybe they could help me figure out who I was,
but no flashy moment ever arrived.
It wasn’t until my friend thanked me for giving her a birthday gift
and studying for a class I didn’t take just to help her understand
that I got home to my dusty shelf and whispered into an empty room while looking my mirror in the eye
“Maybe I wasn’t wrong after all”
Copyright © Adriana Hernandez Diaz | Year Posted 2025
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Adriana Hernandez Diaz Poem
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
how do you choose
the fairest of them all?
why do you get to pick apart every single person
that never gave you the right?
Snow White ate less and less apples
until she became so thin a gust of wind could’ve blown her away
and she needed a strange man to save her
What if he tried to do something else?
What if heroes aren’t good
and villains are just broken?
Who tells a man when to save a damsel in distress?
What if Beast was always kind
and the witch messed with everyone’s minds?
Maybe Snow White just wanted to be beautiful
Maybe the queen just wanted what Snow had
Who are we to tell if the voice was Ariel’s or Ursula’s?
Maybe we believed Ariel’s beautiful face when no one was there to see if Ursula stole anything at all
Mirror, mirror on the wall
why do you choose the fairest of them all?
Maybe she doesn’t want to be beautiful,
what if she’d rather to be regarded as kind?
Does it make you feel some type of way
that the fairest of them all
was the one who got away?
Copyright © Adriana Hernandez Diaz | Year Posted 2025
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Adriana Hernandez Diaz Poem
In the world of today girls feel the need to sexualize themselves.
Social validation is more important to them than personal values, family, and getting good grades.
Makeup and skincare can be found in their online shopping carts—
replacing Christmas wish lists
along with clothes that are two sizes too big or two sizes too small.
They get so anxious when they can’t find their makeup
that they hyperfixate on their hair and clothes and pray that their face wont receive as much attention.
Their crooked teeth and hairy legs start to feel like defects that are yet to be fixed.
They let their old interests sit in boxes and collect dust in the attic because they’ve been peer-pressured into believing that they’re childish and uncool—
just like they were convinced that food was bad
and teaming up with their own bodies to fatten them
and make them too big to fit in their own minds.
In the world of today, some cant afford to buy food.
And those who can often wish they didn't need it,
because they can also afford screens,
and they can afford to spend all the time they’re not working
getting addicted to the digital drugs we’ve convinced ourselves are not the problem.
Because nothing is ever a problem—
not to those with cool vacation pictures and straight A’s.
Nothing is ever a problem
for those whose perfect teeth and smile serve to display their picture-perfect lives.
In the world of today, life starts being difficult at age fourteen.
Copyright © Adriana Hernandez Diaz | Year Posted 2025
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Adriana Hernandez Diaz Poem
when i was a kid i used to draw a blue line near the top of the paper
that was supposed to be the sky
it started off being thicker in some places than in others
but as the time passed i started to add clouds
and draw inside the lines
the older i got,
the more realistic the sky became
then i started adding rainbows when i heard about heaven
i wanted to make it pretty and happy for all those who have died
specially those who died alone
and those who died without love
i haven’t drawn the sky in a while
i no longer can,
not now that i have people who i’ve lost
i wouldn’t know how to make it pretty enough
—painting the sky
Copyright © Adriana Hernandez Diaz | Year Posted 2025
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Adriana Hernandez Diaz Poem
I know making you less perfect
won’t make me any better
yet I can’t help it
I fabricate your flaws in my head
as if it would make my own disappear
almost as if ruining you
made me any better
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almost as if making you imperfect
made me as perfect as you
—maybe I should learn to love my flaws instead of obsessing over yours
Copyright © Adriana Hernandez Diaz | Year Posted 2025
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