Father I See FacesA Poem by L Ch BlakewayIn my opinion, some people may find this poem out of the ordinary.Father I see faces Father I see faces, I sit in lesson and look at books, and then I look up and view the class. I look along the corridors, as I hold the toilet pass. I take my place to see the boy choir. I study in silence not glancing up, when the class makes a sound I do not look up, for fear, that I am near queer people. For less than a second I see the faces all straight. I try my best to comply in seeing faces that relate. Though masks bleed through monotone. They mock me, they jock me. I turn my head to see clowns staring back at me, Full chilling smiles, scary. Black crying dolls, Lash filled excitement, Chocking hard, Puffed cheeks unable to breathe. Striving war, About to collapse on their knees. Jumping past battle, The rattle, The mantel- I see through their eyes, Its a shock and a surprise, and I jump all the time. They all wear masks so vivid, it can't be a disguise. The faces surface on our earth, Faces crying as a baby fresh from birth. Father, I know I disgrace you when I speak so, But you must know how faces burst out at me when I wake and sleep. Father I see the cheek, the craze, the excitement, sadness- emotions. Ever Eaton boy that you destroy, Ever sorry old soul that comes in to fold. I see them all, past blank, and I try to see no emotion, as you see- But the whole world yields around me, Ever gasping emotionless face, actually free, That's what my eyes see. I behold what I have told, punish me.
© 2017 L Ch BlakewayAuthor's Note
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