vain
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With frigid hands and
Arms brittle as glass,
He moves the sea to
Reach what he at last
Has felt he now needs.
No mast, nor flag, nor
Anchor, only a
Foggy sextant and
Dear Reflection,
I am the lone sparrow that glides through the dead forest,
I am mute but yet I still speak.
A mockingbird that's tune falls on deaf ears.
Do not look upon my face
Love, why doth you look with pity
My chest is filled with hallow space
Looking in your eyes, I feel so guilty
I'm sorry that I left you behind
Filled with tears of all the wrong kinds
You be provoking this angerwhen I simply wanna smile,I know you believe that the whole world is against usand there is no justice, but maybe it’s just usI don’t know what has gotten into me
I always joke about impressions and lie that I don't heed.
But when camera snaps goes off, it's the fortieth picture I keep.
So there goes my humility. Good-bye shame.
Opportunities aren’t abound for women like me
My face has been stepped on
My history utterly destroyed
They haven’t fared well
If one can imagine them left in my position at birthIf our lives were switched
TO BE VAIN:
How hard is it to understand one’s true intentions?
Faced with different interpretations, what is sky blue may be turquoise or teal.
All the years of winding
and tightening the
perfectionist urges, only
to increase the craving
for alteration. And finally
comes the vain obligation
to maintain
2 rows of 32 pearls.
