Our faces

What is it obout their faces that makes them so familiar but out of place?

Our faces

We have those kinds of faces that you remember.

The kind of faces that pass judgment,

But still look like they

Are in dire need of hope.

The kind of faces that make you think

The kind of faces that make

You sigh with a disturbed mind.

The kind of face

That explains so many things

But tells nothing.

When in a crowd full of those faces

You could not see the

Difference that passes

Because to the blind eye

They have that kind of face

That makes you remember.

They look tired

Like slaves

Controlled by someone

Controlled to drink from a pot of water

That they do not wish to.

Their eyes so deep

So longing, staring at the pot of water and seeing

That they have that kind of face

Where their smile is on point every day

But their hearts only smile when

Their relatives call from abroad.

They listen with those kinds of ears.

They fish for attention

While trying to feel like the caller on the other end,

Trying to be happy, without being jealous.

Once the call ends, they stare at the phone

With that kind of face that tells so much

But still nothing.

For we Eritreans pass judgment like cards

For we can’t see deep

Afraid of seeing ourselves

For at the mirror, staring intently at us

Are those kinds of faces that

Hope is long gone, 

For we don’t wish to see

Those kinds of faces.

Author's Note

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