faces, a poem

faces

a boy looks in the mirror
three faces stare right back at him
he betrays shock and chuckles
the world barely knows that the devil floating down a dusty road
is a sheep in wolf’s clothing whose heart is that of a broken girl

a boy sighs, exhales, furrows his brow
as he examines his masked trinity:
wolf, check
sheep, check
broken girl, check.
all personalities confirmed, he steps into the day, sheep at the front of the counter

harmless, human, angel waiting for wings:
the only face he shows to the world
that earns him fame, accolades
a good name and gets him laid

he lives in a world moved by whatever lures the eye

wait!
have you seen
a boy’s second face?

have you seen him hate on fratanity?
don’t you see how he abhors motherhood?
can you taste the bitter pangs in his voice whenever he speaks of fatherhood?
hell is the native language of his home
home made him a wolf well versed in beautiful conspiracy,
mutual distrust,
sexual abuse,
and pity love

so he tears down
every fibre of familial harmony
loathes the texture of this gospel:
‘home is where the heart is’
here, a boy is homeless and heartless
doubt you all?
ask him why he lacks friends

yet, a boy has tears
he twists the arm of gods into sympathy
even when same are drunk in divinity no

if you can decrypt the eerie note of a happy talking drum
you’d see the third face of a lost boy
dancing shamelessly in the market square;
you’d see the face he never show to anyone
the truest reflection of who he is:
a broken girl whose shards gets the nod of promiscuous phalluses

a boy has many faces
i will not write of the fourth

find it

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