My Face

About me

I make myself a piece of a game

A chessboard

A dance in a prom

A day in a month

I make a riot, start a mess

Show the beautiful lady how to laugh

I make sex, make a funny one

Make a misbehaving son

I make draws, make art

Make a little world, and of it I make part

I make myself a spoon, a favorite dish

Make of a wrong answer, a right mistake

Make me a friend, better or any

Make a lovely play so I applaud standing

Make my house a home, of my home a dream

Make the tear a book about a smilling boy

I make myself a biography, make in profile

Make myself a color no one as ever seen

Make of letters a book, and of the book a paper plane

Play myself dumb, inteligent and a complete a*****e

Make the family united

Make siblings one, just.

Make on my life, changes.

'Till we return to dust.

Caio Emmanuel

16/11/08

Author's Note

Originally written in Portuguese, I managed to maintain a few rhymes and I'm glad about it!

Reviews

[Emily Paige]

I like this

[A.Lee]

I really like this poem. It shows all we can do and all we have the capability of doing. We don't think of that often. And you did an exceptional job translating it. It sounds as if it was originally written in english and it flows beautifully.